Undeserving

 



a candle flickers, licks in vain
at the blackness of her room
but the dark within it still remains
as shadowy creatures loom

a father, nun, and host of others
boards creak as they cross the floor
no one speaks not one word uttered
in this their time adored

off come the collar and the habit
the rest of garb and shoes
looking forward to fuck like rabbits
whilst downing shots of booze

white blouse removed and plaid skirt
leaving garter belt and hose
hands rubbing, probing without a flirt
and again her wetness flows

the demons feast upon her flesh
devouring her soul
for they believe there will be rest
when from this world they go

tis not their worry and even less
for Sunday's in the morn
and all they need is to confess
Hail Marys relieve the scorn

and if you think you are just like
as in this verse or prose
how living matters not your life
God's mercy on your soul