The Beacon
Exorcism
Jahiem Jones
i tried to change
i saw myself in a reflection and didn’t realize it was me couldn’t interpret both physical and mental language breathed and felt the cold air wash over
i opened both my eyes and thought i was the devil
i tried to understand
closed the side of me that just felt
numbed the pain of feeling lost
i threw my back onto a table and tried to perform surgery ripped the heart out of my chest and painted it black i tried to change so much of me that was permanent
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i slept on the floor
brushed my teeth and tried to coax the pity out of my mouth starved myself until the days end
i repented my sins
bruised my skin
and let the blood leak out onto the holy pages
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i study the bible and configured so much to be wrong i stood over a volcano and drank fire in replace of water i inhaled ash and exhaled oxygen
i stood up on both of my feet and felt shorter
i only bathed in holy water in hopes that i wouldn’t burn
i rubbed salt into my open wounds and yelled for dominion i tried to hush my cries with an hymn
crawled and begged for his savior
hoped he would whip the demon out of me
i prayed for baptism
i layed in the tub
coughed and felt the salt brush up against my wounds i cut open into my abdomen with a crucifix
fished out my own entrails and strangled myself black and blue or until I found the purest color
but deep down entwined into my own bad was the need to know am i still worthy enough?