Open.
?
La tua bocca, stupido
Huh?…
Open your fucking mouth it doesn’t matter if you loose a tooth it’ll grow, it will always grow back!- I should leave you with nothing and pray you choke on your blood Figlio di puttana
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Open.
?
La tua bocca, stupido
Huh?…
Open your fucking mouth it doesn’t matter if you loose a tooth it’ll grow, it will always grow back!- I should leave you with nothing and pray you choke on your blood Figlio di puttana
….if I tend to my garden and lay within it.
Will I dream of him?…will I feel those eyes gracing me?…
I don’t even feel I deserve it.
Not after such negligence. ….
I
....Mi manca mio marito.
I will continue to say so.
Others can move on but never had I ever felt more…
Real.
Real within a stance I’m not home,not within her walls singing hymns to the saints, not within the ruin of catacombs I know as if it were the back of my hand
But HOME …
It’s a home I’ve lost the key too. Or rather
The locks have changed.
Forse non oso toccare la maniglia. Forse è ancora chiuso anche se parlo attraverso il buco della serratura.
….so anxious. I’ve never been this way.
….. it eats me.
I’ve long since let my hair grow. I feel.
…filthy.
Filthier than most days.
Most of my life…
How … awful.
He lost count.
It’s not as if it mattered. It’s not me.
It’s not for me.
That is a generalized idea I hear around the halls.
“It’s not for me” and it echos as much as it cries.
….even those who are silent. Those who …
….are somthing more. How will they . Ever begin to understand MY reason for being?, they’d prove me wrong.
And do I dare fawn? No.
I dare not keel over.
I dare not
…..I should have their teeth once more. Redo my collection.
Make more than just necklaces.
Porcellana che sbatte su piatti in ceramicais a noise I wish to grow more fond of then the birds out side…
Protocol don’t let the it get to the new dog. Sheep thing. Idk what it is.
It tickles
I want to do it.
I’m holding it so tight.
I want to
I want to I want to just a small thing on my hands
Somthing.
But I can’t I want to o want it I… it should be all the way through.
I see it nearly too clearly.. holding the fresh corpse of it. And I imagine myself chewing its insides.
Eating as if I was starved.
Its eyes dying bulged out of fear before it died and yet it fits perfectly within my palm.
I shouldn’t be sorry.
It’s vermin in the long run.
It’s dead. Long gone not to come back… it’s young.
….. I should hate it and yet I can’t help but also hope god receives it with grace as he does all things….
Odd relationships I have me and god… like an estranged father I call to.
Cruel is the world and sooner life has left the less painful has to be. No more burrows and no more fear consider that a mercy kill for vermin such as that
Take these deaths as a lesson for what could’ve been if you had taken a moment to think.
Would you truly want to be the next in such a ways? I am no stranger to the poetry of sermons but I won’t be writing my own.
No.
I am glad most of you have come to some sense. So as myself.
But I hope this….agony. This way of seeing death opens your eyes to how devastating it is.
You may look at a body. 
But you don’t understand how …. Connections work. How two souls conjoined weep for one another …. Its love is what devastates one.
….
I don’t need to say more than what I have. I am a priest. Even as it goes I cannot teach you more. I am still learning of myself.
This is all a learning experience.