Blasphemy? ? ? Poem by Maura Sánchez

Eidetic the best
what's left is blasphemy
Your startling finds
all left behind;

Stay in the same place
For your good nature to erase

But it comes back instead!
thats not what he said!

The goodness is dead!
that is what I said!

Once thoughts in my head
aside from all the rest
That was all left for me
while he kept down the blinds
Thinking nobody would mind

Show your face!
Show a trace!

Cut the head!
That they lead!

For now the red,
I have bled