“Speak In Tongues”

from James Writes

James Writes

I ain’t ever speak in tongues, but I know the Holy Spirit’s out there.

I ain’t ever seen the light, but I’m sure there’s a place up there I’m not allowed into.

I ain’t ever see eye-to-eye with God, but I’m pretty sure He’s laughing at my naivety.

I ain’t ever seen the Devil, but I’m sure he’s constantly seeing me.

I ain’t ever seen fire and brimstone, but I’m sure it’ll be the first thing I see when my eyes finally don’t open.

I ain’t ever really gotten along with my family, but I know they’re here for me.

I ain’t ever been loved, but I’m sure people will claim they love me.

I ain’t ever really feel comfortable around friends, but I’ll keep pretending like I do.

I ain’t ever really give a fuck about myself, but I’m sure I’ll learn how to.

I ain’t ever miss that…

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Peter: You Look Like an Angel

Trigger warning: this poem is about the sexual abuse of a child.

Hands lurk in the walls they

wait till Peter’s asleep then
jump him and strip him

bare.

They say he looks like an angel
these hands that stroke his skin,
his hair, make his dick tingle:
get hard, these hands, they
say the Angel Gabriel’s dick

gets hard

too.

Peter closes his eyes and cries with
the other angels:

all of them naked and erect and waiting
for God to stop touching them.

Virtual Reality photograph of a child avatar sitting in an oversized chair with blood on his pajamas and a bruised eye with the caption Child Abuse Lasts Forever
Regarding Roy Moore

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