

RepentanceTaken from the Lion's side Words fall in disarray her arms drip with appologies she'll never get to sayRepentance
A sonnet for the sinner writing sonnets for the saints Her fingers thick with calouses Her hair is caked with paint
Her lips crack crystal promises that crash on kitchen floors She locks a million skeletons behind a thousand doors
Father please forgive her for her sins will soon outlive her
-Bethany Warren


RavishingShe walked through fields of ashes and stirred them with her hoof She danced through rows of crippled cropsRavishing
the lovely locusts took By night she wore a sinner's shroud By day she wore the plague As much the two as was the one she was last year today She wrung her hands of crimson her eyes fell to the glass she shuddered as she stepped aside to watch the monster pass - Beth Warren