Hellfire

You threaten me with fire—say you know where I am going. The joke is on you, cos I’m already burning in my shoes, cracking concrete wide fuckin-open.   © Kindra M. Austin (image: Pinterest)

Last Judgement

Come on down from there, if only for a quick minute. The last time I saw you is unsatisfactory in hindsight. Retrospection is a bitch dressed in my skin— I’ve become leprous. I may not pray to God, but I do talk to Jesus. My words fall on dead ears. Christ will not come to

See Ya’ll in Hell

Matthew 7:2 (King James) For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again. I’m not religious, and I don’t fear a god, but I feel like I’ve got a pretty good handle on how people should treat one another. But I

My Last Defense

Marcia was sixteen years old when she was disfellowshipped—the resultant of a rape accusation. The Kingdom Hall doesn’t fuck around, you see. The Brother in question was a husband and father; Marcia was the babysitter. Even though her father wanted to notify the police, and press legal charges against the sick fuck who’d violated his

JW’s and Meanderings

I lost my religion the day I was born to a beautiful young woman abused by her mother’s god. At the age of sixteen this innocent was raped by a Brother—a married man with children. The Elders voted to excommunicate the girl—my mom. So there should be no wonder why I abhor Jehovah’s Witnesses. Even

Religion Does Not Equal Morality

Cover your eyes, and count to one hundred against the old oak tree in your backyard Do you know who you seek? Your liberal grand-daughter, raised Roman-Catholic, now engaged to a Muslim who works for a mulatto family back in the city you’d left behind to save your religion But you weren’t listening, or Father

Assholes

Alarm clock screams. You’re awake, mind rushing. A happy hand silences the noise, and you say, “Who can I fuck with today?” Because you don’t have anything better to do– like say, your job. You have decent employment that pays your bills, and offers health insurance at a reasonable rate. It’s still cool to bash

It’s awful, isn’t it?

Teeth chew hearts and desecrate souls, but stand idle on the streets, munching the fucking sammich you paid for with a credit card. Conversate with friends: “Lookit what they’re doing to her.” “It’s awful. But what can we do?” Goddamn it, you’ve got red on you. Ketchup on your precious pressed shirt– never mind the

Turpentine

Lost my religion because you had lost yours, Mom; innocence was stripped away with his turpentine. If only I’d been your god, true. Omnipotent; then I could have saved your life. Young life worth saving was left to spoil, and I feel the loss of you– who you might have been if not for the

Look At Me

What do I look like to you from outer space? It must be easy to judge so far out of reach–a panoramic view of my sins displayed to be measured. It is not enough that I repent daily for deeds disgraceful. I wait for the droplets of salvation to cleanse me. But salvation from who?