Because we spoke
the truth they burned
the joy out of us.
Pushed us to our
knees in small
dark cages.
I feel the
close smell of it
still, all of the shame.
Sanctity in
mumbled verses of
retribution and repentance.
The black veil falling,
mesh distorting the
face of judgement.
They made us
sad and small
and frightened.
Absolving us conditionally,
feigning forgiveness for
our imaginary wrongs.
We stopped speaking,
too careful, a sin
this touching someone else.
Love
a twisted, filthy
black useless thing.
We stopped loving,
a great broken pretending
and so much unhappiness.
There was so much
unhappiness.
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