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Writer's pictureAlicia Cara

Desecrate






Like a white cloth

In a hallowed hall

Laying across a sacred table

Untouched, even by objects of worship

Holy light silently watches through the window

Witness to your prayers or your sins


Appearances can be deceiving

Wolves like to hide in sheep's clothing

But footsteps tell you the truth

Their thumping echoing

In the rattling of your bones

Fear freezes you still

A sanctuary becomes a circle of hell


Bloodied weapons are dropped to the floor

Dirtied hands pull you in closer

Dilated eyes show the blood is on fire

They cling to you as if you were water

They can plunge themselves in

Wash until they are clean

Leaving the grime behind

Crystal clear lakes are poisoned

To milky, murky rivers


Sunlight refractions, make a morbid rainbow

With the bruised flesh, and blood - spilt

This marks you as mine

Smeared with a thumb, across your skin

The once white cloth

Is soiled beyond repair

No matter how much it is cleaned

Stains will always linger here

Long after they leave


Upon such a pristine sight

You feel the urge to desecrate it

To cover it in blood

Cover it in dirt

It's only beautiful if it's ruined


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