I reject absolution
The one thing I have craved above all else
Become yet another I deny myself
I will not suffer Him the opportunity
To fix what has been done
I knew I was forsaken
When the mirror showed all of my fathers’ arrogance
And none of his wit or conviction or certainty
When parted lips revealed his sharp, wicked tongue
Forked and barbed and silver and full of deceit
A creature my mother could love, had no choice but to love
Time and time again, but could never learn to tolerate
Not when I inherited her yearning, her lust
The need to be captivated and adored and overwhelmed
To stuff myself so full
I no longer feel the insatiable hunger I was cursed with
And I know, better than most
That until I accept this selfishness and bitterness
As mine, not a poison poured into my open mouth
Absolution rejects me













