Harlot Mary Poem by Lexy Sogl

They live
They Die
What’s another fly off the wall?

Purgatory
Crammed with harlots, beggars and scum
Supplementary people

Harlot Mary sold herself
for a dollar fifty

lost her feminine blush
The dainty flounce, so god-given

A remembrance
When
Eyes, stroke upon her grace

None meet her eyes
She feels
Their disgust
As they discern
Her shame

Her drunk father
Grotesquely chomps
Her years

Her mother
Watches
Absent of the world’s reach

Upon her final trial
She spoke her story

God, undecided
Wondered, if this
Be an exception

Lawyers,
Claimed her deceitful

Politicians,
Claimed her polluted

Devils,
Claimed her a traitor

Smiling

The outburst of hypocrisy
Superiors, willingly shared

Gave him
no option

liberated,

from the hate
from purgatory

from the world