I click down the hallway

Truly a goddess divine

Too good for their world,

I watch as their eyes number my sins.

They prophesy: I am damned forever

For the length of my skirt

For the sight of my skin

For the trail of my fingertips

They look to my right: he is spared hell

Despite his distortion of my marble pedestal into rotting wood

Despite his gleaming skin laid bare

Despite his hunger for my flesh

They cast their stones;

But I am already long gone.