In My Purgatory
A Poem for the Dead Beaus
In my purgatory, I lay. In love, like never before.
I had died not too long ago, and I came here.
It was an unusual place.
I felt pain every day,
But the joys of Love gave me strength to fight for my sins.
I was once a sinner.
I killed and killed, with a hunger, irrepressible.
It wasn’t until Love appeared before me.
Love enticed me with his physique, his aura, and his personality.
“Please don’t leave me again today,” he would say.
I would leave to purify myself of my evil deeds.
The past life haunts me so.
In this one, I must atone for my sins.
I must atone, so when I enter Eden, Love will see me again.
“Good Morning Love,” I whisper to him this morning.
I leave his corpse alone on our glorious pile of rocks.
“I miss you already,” I whisper to his soul, as I go to purify myself.
For Love, the one who gave me sustenance, I purified myself,
But this purgatory has not changed the woman I once was.
