Poetry: Church Abuse

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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.

5 thoughts on “Poetry: Church Abuse”

Autistickish says:

August 30, 2018 at 2:37 pm

Wow, that actually made me gasp a little. Did you intend the rip/lachrymal-secretion double entendre (“tears”)?

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1. marandarussell says:
  
  August 30, 2018 at 2:41 pm
  
  Yes, indeed, I did. I liked that little play on words.
  
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  1. Autistickish says:
    
    August 30, 2018 at 9:39 pm
    
    Me too 🙂
    
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Orvillewrong says:

August 30, 2018 at 2:44 pm

Wonderfully profound and the truth!

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1. marandarussell says:
  
  August 30, 2018 at 2:49 pm
  
  Thank you! *Takes a little bow*
  
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