Orchid petals were scattered
and spread erratically
at the scene of
the catastrophe.
lighting all of my jesus candles
one by one at a time,
for every promise made,
that ended
in a lie.
my deception wasn't fatal, no-
it was all simply illusional,
meant to spare my lover
from the mediocrity
of a life spent
with mine.
and that was my perfect crime
that i kept well sheltered
from your divinity,
because i loved you
more than jesus.
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