A rosary tangled where my thigh bends into my hip. Beads rolling, trying to make sense of the direction they should lead you
The crucifix, you find dampened, pressed against the pit of my groin
marking the exact location where God herself placed heaven
beckoning you toward her.and you pray every bead with your lips and gaze upon the gates, awaiting permission to enter the kingdom.
Location: Chicago, suburbs
@ebcotenord love this so hot and true