Mary Magdalen

We're all capable of a little original sin.

She looked down at her swollen mistake
a fruitful abdomen that bear the weight
of His sins.
unable to see her feet
standing in front of abortion adds
she was a poster child
for the forgotten
Brushing tendrils behind her ear
she whispered
bogus self-reassurance
The child opened it's gills and sighed.
Both past the point of no return.
Heavy h[e]arted,
she sauntered off knowing
her child would be born
with the mark of the beast.
If only they believed her when she said,
"Jesus is the father."

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[Ed Hart]

you always bring me to stop, as i pause in front of your words, seeing you behind them...