"There is an in-between - a resting ground - purgatory. Cleansing sin, and rising like smoke against..."

“There is an in-between - a resting ground - purgatory.

Cleansing sin, and rising like smoke against mirror.

I found you there.

You, a boy with no fixed designation, just smoke and mirror.

I found you chained to sin, head tilted toward the gates of heaven,

Feet glued to lust, hands folded in prayer.

Forgive me for I learned his lines better than yours Father;

Crooked lines on skin.

White lines on glass.

Lines against table tops and white sheets and cold walls.

Lines that made me believe in you, Father.

Lines that made me believe that you and he are the same Father.

I saw you crumble, pick up the mess created

Cleanse your sin.

I saw you taint yourself, head clouded

Destroyed purity.


Forgive him Father, he ate from the hand of Eve.

Forgive him Father, he has recited verses on my skin.

Forgive him Father.


I drink lust like wine - this is the blood.

Forgive me Father.


I bite his lip like bread - this is the body.

Forgive me Father.


Forgive me Father

For I have sinned.”

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Forgive Me Father For I Have Found Faith, writing by m.k.

(partially inspired by Azra T.’s beautiful poem 'Take Me To Church')