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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() Jesus my prayers chant before dawn cross shine pure like morning sun my deep piety prompts hands to grip like mussels scorching breathing floating above stubborn clavicle weep within my wonder Your Bible of my profanity Jesus
cheongsam clutch haunch my garland of peony dyed by virgins ancestors with bleeding wounds taught for long My reverence in none Yet still I sacrilegiously yearn for Christianity I groan for blessed pardon guide for my soul’s eternity a maid’s purity as a lamb devout and let you define pallid moonlight screw sacred oath I lower head to pray hair glittering like raven on shallow spring bed I kneel just like an art Jesus my sin of bare foot within east inundate Cathedral’s glamour muteness invade convicted lung flesh fill too full to crave in a time gathered by believers Yet please praying the only redemption even disciple in color of yellow dedicated for Bethlehem pilgrimage votary could not live in speciousness if vanity lure for saturation sweet lemonade to take in or scatter yellow-green foliage drown in juice violet-green spot on their arms worms twist out and out suck sweet bitterness chrysalis of our heart core so fear pushes me to flounder to beseech belief The strength of dropping off my knife Jesus prayer rise in dim darkness and lament choir here to bury me under my eyes still open wider and wider pray for my holy wonder my tears may clean my sin of foreignness my hands may now be firm enough to hold when they shovel a small mound to lift me in I will lay silently and await in slumber the glamour of your divinity to drown Comments are closed.
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