Church Abuse
By: Maranda Russell
The lace unravels.
The smaller holes
become bigger tears
as the candle wax
hardens on the soft,
satin cloth.
Prayers,
and pleas
and petitions
abound,
but the altar
lies irrevocably
ruined.
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Wow, that actually made me gasp a little. Did you intend the rip/lachrymal-secretion double entendre (“tears”)?
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Yes, indeed, I did. I liked that little play on words.
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Me too 🙂
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Wonderfully profound and the truth!
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Thank you! *Takes a little bow*
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