you are my god whether i like it or not

By Hannie Crawford

stick your nail into the wound on my skin

really twist it and get it in there

watch me wince and writhe in pain

like an ant under a magnifying glass

don’t stop until i’m crying and choking

on apologies to you for things i haven’t done

make me beg and plead on my knees

take what is mine from me and keep it

break my bones and bruise my flesh

leave me out to rot but soon resurrect me

bring me back inside and kiss my scars

say i’ve sinned against you but forgive me still

because a loving god would–wouldn’t [s]he?