Nothing Left
If words cut like knives
you would see a bloody corpse
sitting in the pews next to you.
My veins are empty.
I have nothing left.
These pews are no longer
a safe place for me to worship
our common faith.
I’m heartbroken.
If words cut like knives
you would see a bloody corpse
sitting in the pews next to you.
My veins are empty.
I have nothing left.
These pews are no longer
a safe place for me to worship
our common faith.
I’m heartbroken.