Deliverance (In Progress)

For Amy

Is this the torture I am to be delivered of?

You

With your Abu Ghraib eyes
That bore me
Bore into me
Sodomise my spirit

I plead guilty

Yes, it was me
Who stole that moment
How was I to know that this was it
That this was
Your moment of truth?

I am held without trial
In the correctional facility of your heart

insight

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