My Body is a Vessel
what goes in must pour out. // A poem
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My body has been a vessel for spirits, made more pliable with liquid courage and the inheritance of sin I have been possessed numerous times Twice by the Holy Ghost Five times by demons Don't let anyone convince you that priests and prayer and promises will protect you, They are only balms for the sickness that already permeates us; Only you can protect yourself, but by the time you're ready, it will already be too late. Look back at that child and scream at the poison it was fed Scream at the box you were forced into How it cut you off from seeing yourself From your own imagination of what could be of what Should be Scream at all that could have been and never was. You could scream, and just keep screaming. You could never stop if you wanted to. You could be one of those people who lives with a chip in their shoulder. Keep walking home with that knife in your pocket, hand gripping the handle when a figure passes by you Don't fucking try me Scream at all the injustice Ball your fists and know you can do nothing about it. Nobody stopped them Nobody punished them Nobody will punish them Unless, maybe, you want to? You want to take up that mantle, sweetie? Go on right ahead. Avenge yourself. Do you think it'll make you feel better? It probably won't. You'll waste your time trying to make people as miserable as they made you. You have so little power over them that it could never amount to your pain when they had the authority. Another thing: Who would you need to become to enjoy hurting people? You'd have to hollow yourself Could you love that person? I see. You couldn't, but it's also hard to love this one, who carries so much pain. Sometimes it is too much to ask of yourself to live with a full heart. Keeping it open is a death sentence when there are lions waiting for you. God is gone, and you are no Magdalene. You'd have to exorcise yourself. How else do you rid yourself of the seven spirits? Revenge? Against who? Darling... Do you think it'll make you feel better? Does it matter anymore? I agree. Let's do it. Let's make them suffer.