Pieta by: Evelin Arenas, Conte, 2019
Unholy Burning
I hate Her laugh,
the way it pounds in my ears
Too light and too sweet to be genuine
Feigning angelic nature
Just as the Serpent of Eden
lured the innocent in a malicious ruse
She baits the innocent
to drag them down to the burning gate
I hate Her lying eyes
manifesting emotions
She could not possibly feel
for Lucifer had not granted her the privilege
Her doe-eyed appearance
gives a mirage of purity
to hide the sin within
I hate Her damned smile
She sneered like a beast
Monstrous being waiting
for me to slip
Her dainty fucking dimples
gives an aura of purity
But with Her white teeth, hidden
ready to snap and kill.
I hate Her touch
the slightest brush
burns me with the heat of Her Hellfire
leaving scars on my soul
Oh, God, I fought it
I promise you I did.
Her attempts to drag me down
to Lucifer’s golden throne
to bar me from the Heavens above yet
Her talons clutch my heart
Ripping and scarring my soul,
too filthy to be held in Your hands again.
Yet my soul pines for Her heat
and the comfort of Her burn
I would trade all the comforts
of Heaven and Grace
to have the warmth of Her and Her fire
even when God looks down upon me
and says
“I hate her.”