Paper God

Constricted thoughts

Sterile and hazy emptiness

Extracting her vertebrae

Wallowing in a glossy prison

On troubled and dented knees

Praying to a paper God

Dwelling in the unanswered

Commanding the stage

Not comprehending lack

of guided presence

Outraged and shouting

a pile of obscenities

Not separating the distinction

between faith and belief


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