Your priest told you that purity saves, but never said what happens when it doesn't.
When you say no but they take it anyway.
When you're twelve and sit in a brothel bathroom and rub off the shame off your skin like dirt.
You were taught that heaven is for the obedient.
That silence is godliness
That forgiveness is power
But what if forgiveness feels like letting the knife stay in?
Your priest never told you that rage can be holy too.
That screaming is a form of prayer; and sometimes the only church worth attending is the one inside your shaking chest when you finally say, "I didn't deserve any of this."
© amimoh
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