Pray for Water

She tastes like rain  

While I pray for water 

Like the ghost 

the son 

And the holy 

Father  

Reopening this bullet wound 

Inside of me 

Because of you  

The ink spilled down across my thighs 

And somehow it just never dried 

your words poured out 

Of the bullet hole 

I reached inside , cuz I had to know 

I had to watch my own blood flow 

Cracked my rib cage 

Broken bones  

Inside of  me it found a home 

The ghost of our abandoned souls  

Never leaving me alone 

It suddenly struck me 

the circle complete 

Your violated soft defeat  

She swells while you tell yourself 

It should have been me 

The hell of your 

Unspoken 

Treachery  

She's praying for rain  

While I taste like water 

The ghost of 

The son 

Was never my father

-Poetic Angel