Challenge
Infiltration Challenge
Write a poem about infiltrating a cult to stop a virgin sacrifice.
A Virgin Aversion
“Of course I will,” I say.
I wear the hat and the badge
(with my chosen pronouns).
My shoes are gone,
to assure I’ll stay.
I lead the prayer to Gaia,
or something or someone,
not a church god yet.
I talk of the sacrifice.
At once, I shudder,
fall to my knees.
I cry out in anguish.
“She’s telling me.”
They stir like hive-mates,
ready to obey their queen.
“She tells me.” I swoon.
“Spare the virgin. He is the one.
Cut him down. Embrace him.
Women, he must father your children!”
Then I fein fainting, fall to the earth,
or to Gaia, or the ground.
They run to him with adulation.
Now I am done.
The soon-to-be-ex-virgin
will be very busy,
while I find my shoes.
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