dead to them
two’s company but three’s a crowd. shhh, listen. can you hear them? they’re all rooting for you, screaming your name over and over again, a whole entire stadium full sounding like a broken fucking record. you’ve been going places and doing things lately where you’re not allowed. treating others how you would never want to be treated yourself. shitting where you ate should have left a bad taste in your mouth even though everyone else can still only smell roses. too bad flowers remind me of funeral homes.
hail mary
full of grace
the lord is with thee
blessed art thou
amongst women
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb jesus
holy mary
mother of god
prey for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death
Tags: purgatory