marennyearly

[marennyearly]

Everyone has monsters. My monster sits perched at a church pew. Praying to a god that will never answer. Praying to be normal, to be holy. Her clothes tattered, her skin burnt and rough. Her heart ripped and left in a chained dark box. In place of her heart a “turn or burn” lodged into her chest like a bullet. Words carved into her skin, “abomination”, “unholy”, “freak”, “dirty”. Her eyes fixed to the floor as maggots eat away at her exposed flesh, but she never falters in her prayers. She is a devoted servant to a community who will never love her. A community that wants her burnt on a cross hanging. This monster is not a monster. She is me. This monster is just not “normal” or “straight” so she will always be a monster in their eyes.

[marennyearly]

༺𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 ༻