shake and fidget.
mumble and slur.
i surrender, forced it
seems…
pushed and i caved.
with my hands shaking.
my breath raspy.
expected to have my sins
prepared.
trembling.
fighting against
myself, having no where to escape.

sliding into a pew in-between
the two messes
who got me into this.
my mind racing.
my thoughts scattering.
my heart fluttering.
my fingers shaking.
i’m broken.
beyond repair of a
CONFESSION.

you, your sister
waiting .
expecting.
pushing.
forcing.
assuming.
“confess
confess
you must.
confess
confess
you’re supposed to be good.
confess
confess
we know the truth ,
you no good catholic.”