She
Stone smashes through
the stained glass.
Heavy feet trample
the shards,
leaving fragments of the shape
it used to be.
The match sets
the altar on fire,
burning the holy script,
every parchment,
incense,
paintings,
everything turns
into a scorching pyre.
There is no water
to put it out.
I cannot breathe.
No one comes
to save,
to tend,
to lessen the pain.
You broke your way
into my heart
and destroyed
the temple
from the inside.
You burned
the bible
and my beliefs
turned into ash.
Angels used to sing
calm melodies
and showed me
the way
I was meant to take.
No more.
Now I hear electric guitars
and drums,
and my screams
in rebellious harmony.
The murals on my walls
of my Gods
now have devil horns.
You stained everything
what used to be
white.
