To Reign in Hell

shedemon

She knows God,
In the ragged line down her wrist;
His charity,
In the scar above her lip.

It’s why she left him behind
When she ran away from home.
Why she used his book
To kindle flames lit to burn bridges.

Those fires are still burning.
Kept alive by letter bombs
Addressed to strangers
Who insist they’re family.

She’s been called
Bitch, slut, and whore.
Told Jesus will always hate her
Until she comes home.

But she can never come home.
Never return to their cup.
Rather reign in Hell,
Than burn in theirs.

 

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About Z.

Poetic pipe and cigar enthusiast rifling through the haunted memories of a not so distant past while openly wrestling with faith and God. A rambling writer with the misguided notion that he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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