Broken Alabaster

July 28, 2017

They keep trying to sell me the virtues

of making it through life unscathed

as if we weren’t put here to make mistakes

and find beauty in the loopholes

I don’t really have the heart to say

it’s too late for me, for all their warnings

and I guess they won’t really care

to hear the stories I brought back

from the unknown they so fear

so I just try to not make them uncomfortable

or wear my tarnishedness too obviously

when i sit across the aisle from

the majestic temples of their

many weighted sacrifices,

their compact psalms,

I keep my perfume bottled up

and hush the effervescence of my song

before they accuse me of speaking in tongues

when all I want to do is find someone

I could pass on the taste of raw truth to

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