STIGMA[TA]
a.d.
I AM DRIVING BY NIGHT
ON A HIGHWAY OF SCARS
& THE DEPTHS OF WHICH I DREAM
ARE RAW & UNCLEAN
I BLASPHEME— IMAGES OF WHITE LIGHT
& GOD’S SPIT WASHES OVER ME
MY THIGHS ARE UNBARED TO HIS WORD
OF ASSENT & EXCORIATION,
HIS ORDER TO SKIN THE SON
SOME NIGHTS I DESCEND INTO THIEVING
THE OBSCENE CHILD IN ME APPEASED
MY MIND EMBALMED & VISCOUS
FUCKING WITH FAITH LIKE A SAINT
RESTRAINED IN PRAYER
A HUM OF PAIN LIKE A SPUR OF SHAME
OR THE VARIOUS STATIONS OF THE CROSS
I OUTWIT THE GUNS & PROPHETS
EMPERORS OF SICKNESS & GREED
I CONCEDE— I AM SELFISH BUT UNSOLD
CANONIZE THE STIGMA & RAVAGE THE GOLD
a.d. likes to write about sex, grief, guts and God. Her work has appeared in HAD, Don't Submit!, God's Cruel Joke, Loser, Apocalypse Confidential, SCAB, Bullshit Lit and elsewhere. Find her on Twitter @godstained.

