Collecting all the things that shine
in a journal that neither can be opened
The journal hangs its legs over the cliff of a shelf,
Threatening to jump into the jagged spines of greed
There she goes: wings limp and ugly and flailing
The jagged spines of greed below ready to greet her
and claw out her torso
Their fangs bleed into her, soften the impact,
welcome her like a stain on a page.
Their breaths collide as they take turns to complete the welcoming.
She is haggard, empty and ugly –
She is betrayed, betrayed by her body
and sinful misuse of these words
and betrayed by the ones who touch her
and betrayed for the sacred sin that she is
for she betrayed the mirror that is the journal
and the journal shall not reach
the Gates of Heaven
as it cannot guard the secrets of the kingdom.