Scratch young virgin fast and deep
past the edge of thought
you are the breeze
found inside the still
your fall from grace is a climb
for the un-holy soul
fast we judge the meek with blind eyes
and heavy hearts
"yes" is a distant hero
as "no" rapes her
grunting in the closet
dump your inhibitions
clense your soul
he will now accept you
as a child of his fold.
Personally, I don't think Orange was very justified in saying that. Yes it IS a little gruesome, but it's poetry. Poetry is supposed to be the truth. Naked and raw like an open sore. It's not supposed to be unwritten just because someone might call it "gruesome and offensive". I applaude you.
Submission Name: Rebirth
