The Scale of Things
By Sayera A
My religion is You, I bow down.
In hopes of perfection
You Are God
Your words are gospel
Do they promise happiness?
A fast for you.
Drink water or wine.
my nights filled with prayers
my soul on a scale to weigh up to immortals
The weight of hunger.
The weight of ecstasy.
You are writing the story of my day,
I’m but a puppet on strings.
Strings pulled by you.
on a stage just for me.
You will kill me,
but I will be happy
For happiness is found in death
