A young man meditates in the chapel

Flower patterned dress,

clear in the sunlight,

opaque in all the right places.

Whore was all she had going

for her in the looks department,

but she wasn’t a whore.

So instead, she was a pity.

A pity which would grow closer to God,

but be very much alone.

It made me sad to think about,

being lonely and pretending not to be,

and it made me angry to watch.

A ferocity on my heart strings

was Ellie May at Church on Sundays.

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