“I whisper my Hail Mary’s along the edge of your ribs, as I rewrite scripture on your blistered, fevered skin. And if this isn’t holy, may god be damned, for you are heaven in this symphony of sin.
(Your rosary hangs as a noose around my neck; oh, maybe in another life we could have been blessed)”
PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND
“I whisper my Hail Mary’s along the edge of your ribs,
as I rewrite scripture on your blistered, fevered skin.
And if this isn’t holy, may god be damned,
for you are heaven in this symphony of sin.
(Your rosary hangs as a noose around my neck;
oh, maybe in another life we could have been blessed)”
— another poem for a prayer I’ll never pray | p.d