marina jungle covered the twisted path I climbed to his bloodshot eyes
enamored by the emerald gaze, his constant desperate hunger
i was taught that my feet BEING WASHED WAS tHE HIGHEST HONOR
honest chastity held my worth
for seventeen years i was priceless
flowers envied my softness,
rainfall craved my unadulterated cleanliness
nymphet form draped in white garb
warming my blameless body
my purity devoted to steeples and pews
Hallowed halls echoed my zealous faith
staunch belief cultured in adolescent impressionables
my virgin anatomy undefiled
fighting tooth and nail to follow adonai
i was a good girl.
i was devout.
still they shouted,
“you must beg for the father”
so i cried for yahweh, til my throat ran dry
til i drank from the pool of bethesda
until i found that bloodshot gaze.
his optics sparkled on the tarmac,
darkened as i was unwillingly stripped.
feverish hands clawed at my insides,
i often still feel him there
i bled and i bled
my sanctified worth draining from my grasping clutch
i returned to the worshippers
begged for the prince of peace
and suffocated trying to wash my own feet
boats swayed in defiance as he depleted my chaste value
headlights shone against condensated windows
as he robbed what i held most dear
an indefinite spell of violation permitted by the
promise of love, of devotion
coerced sessions hurried into evening hours
abandoned at the finish,
only juno left to lick my wounds
a vow of celibacy, i worshipped athena
i was untouched, i was pure, i was naive
naive to think my innocence couldn’t be stolen
now forced to don my stony mask and submit
to mother medusa