The Nuns Drank Blood Given To You

by Ben Pickard   Mar 7, 2018

You crucified my ailing heart
and as nuns prayed beneath that
beating cross, they licked and lapped
at the remnants of my love for you.

The aisle to the alter is altered -

as they left that blotted stage,
blood was trod from those who were shod
in slippers wet with claret

that was never offered to Jesus!

It was given, freely, to you
and you took every last drop,

didn't you?


Ben Pickard 2018


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  • 1 year ago

    by Ren

    Those last few lines say it all. Another excellent...dark...write by you, Ben!

  • 1 year ago

    by Em (marmite)

    I am yet again left speechless

  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Fascinating write Ben. A lot of twisted thoughts in that head of yours lol. Well done-

  • 1 year ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Ben! A dark and twisty write with such accusatory venom in the last line. I love the metaphors for a bleeding heart, but I'm at a loss to decipher the religious references, but this line ...
    "The aisle to the alter is altered"
    is brilliant!
    I look forward to enlightenment ;-) x

    • 1 year ago

      by Ben Pickard

      I don't really know how to enlighten you, Kitty - I just had these strange ideas and wrote, lol

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