St Peter

Begging, help
me, scratches scratches
all over my face,
birds could live
in my hair, they’ve
made a nest above
my swollen face,
huddle huddle blanket
from a crack addict,
bloody hospital
gown, rip rip tear,
social services, police,
phone calls, pickle
sandwiches, tobacco hands,
ravens in the sky, dark sky,
poisonous cocoa, sob sob
crying screaming razor,
red cup by my feet, shaking feet,
kick it away, stay stay
on my little chair,
my mind stays too,
mocking me.
Meanwhile St Peter shows
no mercy, he doesn’t
hear me begging,
please protect me, Pete.

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