Pretty Little

Line up man after man 
to break the love from me, 
force me on my knees
and make me pray 
for it to stop. 

God’s put a target on my back,
and these men are dark angels 
hunting me down. 
See my body fall into submission 
as another lover pulls the rug out 
and my face smacks the concrete. 

The blood drips from my cheeks 
and for a moment it tastes like wine. 
I’ll take a wafer white tissue
and clot the wound
I bear for my disloyalty.

Strangers will say God loves me
until I shove fingers 
into my side, and they see scars
from seraphic suitors
and the dark mission
to obtain my confession.