apostasy

Words by Francesca Pietkiewicz (she/they)

On the 20th day, Mary Magdalene is

Prurience-possessed by a 

Mystically malicious, yet 

Divine 

Deity.

A blessedly evil madonna: body of dead life-giving potential.

The serpent of her soul comes out once every blue moon.

Forbidden fruit bitten, 

Gasping.

She is shivering stone-cold and paralysed 

bleeding red as sacramental wine. 

Baptised in fear, doubt, and false mystic truths 

bites into half of her 

selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor 

or communion wafer?

To sleep where you choose is to suffer.  Sacrifice all silver and gold, 

the only treasure                                                     is torturous

and lies within the bronze 

metal t-bar 

cross-burning deep inside.

This week Delilah,

will cut her hair as well as Samson’s,

to help her shed, into a different skin, 

along with all her tissue 

and lining -

                        blood like rain pour

her divinity is lost along with 

all confidence,  a collapse with certainty and conviction.

Held, not at, but by the cross, crossing her heart 

ache, 

a break, a tear,

a child

 partly grown,

 But with no purpose

Post

-dysphoria 

 discarded 

down the drain.