undercover goddess
with a message in her body
of eternal grief with no relief
for one as sick as i
overwhelming feelings
of regret and shame unending
for a holy whore who hides far more
than cheap thrills in her eye
let me try and lick away the wounds
repair the damage
though i cannot mend what will not end
i know i must begin
though by no right did i enter
and by less right left again
at least i knew it wasn't you
but rather i that fell to sin
Little Flower Book by Wayne Myers