Pray She Saves You

You have been told

a harlot is a deep ditch, 

a dangerous pit.

 

She is a cave of spirits

awaiting judgement,

a tomb under a foundation stone.  

 

When the priests enter 

the holy of holies,

they cannot hear the wailing souls.

 

You have been told

avoid the trap of women.

Death is in their blood and breath.

 

It’s been said god lives in incense 

and the steam of slaughter. 

From the mercy seat, he sees.

  

But you are lost 

in the tabernacle curtains

and its overlapping veils.

 

When you hide from him

in a closet of wire and winter coats,

pray she saves you.

 

Beg her to send you 

the vacuum chord to guide you out. 

Rejoice, she can find you in the dark.

 

She is the cave of spirits

and the mercy seat. 

She breathes the breath of life.  

Synchronized Chaos, December 2024