Sacrilege
S Stefanie Fontker
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They speak her name
Like it means something
As though it is death
The end of the world
What so many religious
Books and people predict
And when I laugh, they cry
They scream bloody murder
As if I have sinned deeply
In front of some high held
Lord or God, and did so
Without a care in the world
And then there are hands
Gripping my arms, hoping
To shake some sense into
This senseless brain of mine
But it is impossible
I will not cower in front
Of a stillborn goddess
She could never catch my heart
With her slippery lips
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