Sinner

My grandmother prays for me 
I, 
pause

My mother’s warm embrace,
Mother, I sin
The sheep communicate 
They play

And the eyes of black wolves
Watch as they graze
They pray,

The birds drone in
Prayers at the altar for more blessings
Sheep are benevolent 
Asking to sin, and sin
Bleeds into the wool

Red, sunken teeth
The hunt is gathering

We kill and we eat

Mother, I’ve sinned
I’ve killed a heart before
And I’ve tasted the flesh of my skin

I pray, every night

My grandmother tells me
That there’s a Devil in yawning
And I smile
At her, a sheep

When I was a few years younger
I sinned
I, along with my friends, like sheep
Ostracized a poor girl,
Who stepped with the wrong foot
And smiled with forgiveness 

Mother, I’m afraid
Afraid of eating another human again
I fear the bed because when I close my eyes
I see a witchhunt
And in my dreams, which I pray that I forget,
I see, and watch, 
And it’s pain and hurt
What did she feel?

Wolves hunt because they have hunger,
Grandmother, I won’t wake from this bed
I’ll close all the doors
And I’ll surround myself with comforters

Mother, I am tired
Please don’t worry about me
It hurts already
Just let me sleep now
Softly