Whole
The sin-free confession of that blatant little sin,
Unraveled all the other lies, that slowly did her in.
His hand inside her hollow body..
extracted all the things so naughty.
She was forced to view them one by one.
With each, despair & heartache shown.
Respite from this was not in sight.
Trapped by denial, she took to flight.
Inside her was a battle of evil & good.
Hours she wandered, but then understood.
A balance between them could never be met.
So she looked toward the future & swallowed regret.
From the beginning, the melding had come.
Mercy & the Whore were eventually one.
Copyright © Stephanie Cawthon | Year Posted 2007
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