Patron Saint

I was not sent here because I am

     v  i  r  t  u  o  u  s  ,   

but because there are sins whittled into my bones. The immorality is spreading like the holy water I desire to bathe ( d r o w n ) in, and I imagine doing so inscribes hymns under your skin by angels themselves. 

   M  o  t  h  e  r ,   w h y   w o n ’ t   i t   s t o p   r a i n i n g ?

There is something about the way a crucifix hangs over the sacred heart of Jesus that screams sacrifice, something about the rosary that resembles a noose. I once thought purity was white, the color of my mother’s pearls. But I was wrong - purity is red, nails pounded into flesh.  

   J e s u s ,   h o w   d o   y o u   s e a l a   w o u n d ? 

Inspiration: Annie Hurley / oceanwriting

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