An Atheist's Prayer


Pastel bows,

Cream frills, and

Crimson cheeks

Identify me on the seventh day.

Muscles cramp

As my smiling mask

Begins to crack,

Kneeling in the last pew.

Beads cascade down my face.

A rosary of humiliation foms in my hands

As if to pray, I look down.

The pool of tears reflect my hidden distress.









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