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Creative Writing: Prayer

I kneel.
Hands intertwined.
Heartbeat like a metronome.
Steady.

Please, I pray. Please. Please
Let me find.
Beauty.
Purpose.

Slaughtered on an altar,
I pledge myself.
Renouncing all.

I hold out my sins in cupped hands.
Slithering like eels,
Dripping through my fingers.
A feast.
Waiting to be devoured.

And searching, I find

Doubt.

Like a tainted fruit.
I bite.
Stumble down from grace.
Let. Me. Believe.
But it mocks and fades.
Cackling.

I sink back.

Flesh is my church.
I tear through ribs and lungs to the chapel,
And within those scarlet sinews
My prayer is answered.

28/10/2014

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