litote_convoluted: art: her body is her temple.
Her Body is her Temple
Stars -
There is something,
there is something,
there is always something.
Stripping live on the internet to pay the bills -
NO MORALS,
the AP teachers say,
and they have no idea
how much they echo
each other.
Dirty -
looking for the word of God,
having sex in stiletto heels
with a cross around her neck.
The Lord once removed,
praying by candlelight.
Blood magic
is the only magic she knows
and fate doesn’t make out
with Christians,
angels can’t do miracles
for Pagans,
so either way those scars
aren’t healing.
superstition
is a malevolent deity
and in South America there are priests of tribes
who do nothing but heavy drugs
and meditation -
black out spells hunting small animals in the jungle,
killing with their bare hands,
eating flesh raw.
She,
once removed,
is a reminder of sex,
nothing there but a guilt -
and people worship with dance,
with song,
she worships with
her body is her temple.
she has tasted the power in blood,
she worships with
her body is her temple.
unafraid to explore,
talking to God everyday,
talking to God
while naked in bed
with pert nipples,
it is hard not to blush
in the face of omnipotence.
There is
There is that feeling again.
Afraid to be punished for her sins,
afraid there is no life after death,
afraid that her car
won’t start in the morning
because the condoms were sitting
on top of the children’s
bible.
Stripping live on the internet.
NO MORALS,
her teachers say.
And she doesn’t need drugs
to talk to her God.
She’s tango,
she’s Broadway,
she's whore house,
and tramp.
she worships with
her body is
her temple.