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Christine Davila Poem
He said "Give me one last kiss. A way to say goodbye. I know you want to."
But I am no one's last supper. I will not serve the last feast to the one who crucified me.
God didn't create me to suffer for your sins or lay waiting to be betrayed before your 'cock' crowed three times. Recreating the resurrection of Lazarus inside my cave with his false idol.
And on the third thrust it rose again in fulfillment of his scripture.
Bathing in blood so that he was passed over to claim the first vacancy in my womb.
But what I bore, was a serpent's child; devoid of innocence and holding my tainted apple.
After this mockery of Moses partnered seas to drown his Pharoah's staff in me. I was thought a Magdalene, when asking for the hand of God to absolve me of his sins.
Because that is what I represent now, HIS CARNAL SIN.
New and unexpected like that of our Lord's finest garden.
Fatal to the life I knew before. Like Eve I am blamed in this happening because no one acknowledges the snake he Carrie's between his legs.
"Give me one last kiss," this Judas said to me before sunrise. Moving closer to my face and I turn the other cheek to avoid this Baptism by fire. I scramble through his grasp for "Away to say goodbye."
But nailing me to the bed he left holes in my courage and drove past my strength with his spear helping all of the tears I claim to escape.
I wonder what Peter would say at the gates when he arrives. Page 3,211,989 verse 1:12:20
"What have you to say of this? The 5 black prints on her left arm. The purple adornments you branded her legs with."
My photo painted in the book of the dead, as evidence of his doings, was illustrated there on our bed. Legs...no pages spread open by him.
As his smirk rose with his member, his soul sunk with my grace.
I lay on our bed crucified, thinking of the child in the next room and restore myself. Forgive he who trespassed against me so when we take our steps outside I can deliver her from this evil.
Copyright © Christine Davila | Year Posted 2020
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