don't play with fire
but forgot to mention
she was the flame
she lit cigarettes
with prayers
kissed men
like confessions
And carved love poems
into her own skin
not for attention,
but so the ache would
finally
have a place to live
the church said
"forgive them"
but the moon whispered
"burn"
so she danced
in black boots
And rage
with lipstick made from
the ashes
of everything
they tried to silence
inside her
her body was
a cathedral
haunted by songs
no one sang out loud
so she sang them
herself
quietly
fiercely
off key
alive
they taught her
silence is survival
so she learned how to scream
without making a sound
And she
burned down
every rule
that told her
not to be holy
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
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