“The Pentacle”
The pentacle sits on my dresser
Ready to be worn with today's outfit
Will it be tucked in? Or visible to all?
This flashy geometry invites strife
forty-five degree angles inside a three-sixty
is such a shit disturber.
This five-pointed star in a circle
May as well be a Scarlet A
Though open legs are a lesser
sin than polytheism
I've seen the scorn as their eyes fall on my throat
Feel the judgment like knives in my back
Or like flames if they had their way
They can't suffer me to live
And for what? Your Cross?
Your perpendicular salvation?
Your geometric self-righteousness?
Keep your Psalms off me.
I never sacrificed a child
I don't want your symbolic cannibalism
I don't worship your deceiver
I think your savior is sad for you, not me
I don't need your spoon-cooked patriarchy
The moon is my Trinity
And if I'm at an orgy, any god
is the last thing on my mind.
Tuck in my pentacle?
Oh, you'd love it if I hid it.
In that case
I wear my pentacle proudly
A shield against your misguided crusade
About the Creator
Lexie M
Howdy! My name is Alexis. I'm a complete bookworm and a lover of writing. I've written articles and book reviews for YourTango, Carpe Nocturne, Astral Dust and Spiral Nature Magazine. Also, I love playing Scrabble Go.
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