He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart, and to pierce my very entrails; when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also, and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God. The pain was so great, that it made me moan; and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that I could not wish to be rid of it.
Orgasmic scream in the sight of the crucifix,
The anti-Christ is her mortal enemy
She loves the feel of flashlight in her skin
She shudders in the taste of batteried lights
I am saved from your damnation
I am favored by the Divine
I am his most coveted wife
He is my bed-ridden husband
She protects him like a flower in winter
But she cannot keep the baby alive
Her kitchen wall has The Last Supper
But she didn't scrub the floor tonight.
I am married to him
I am his Joan of Arc
Only so much more
I think so much more.