White Collar. Black Dog.

Sin is a game.

Russian Roulette
Black Jack
Truth or Dare

It’s fun until it’s not.
Until its your turn to pay.

I always pay eventually.
Right before I start another game.

“What do you want to do with your life?”

I want to die
and be reborn each day.
I want prison and starvation.
To do Hail Marys on my ribs.

I want nails, crosses,
tears of blood cutting through my face.

Pierce my hands like my Lord’s.
I want to know bliss.

Maybe, in so doing,
My soul will shake,
Shake off all this dirt
so I can see the true shape of the thing.

Maybe then I’ll stop wasting my time
speculating.

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