Glory, glory,

God Almighty,

why have you forsaken My soul?

And haunted me with the Desire

to rid myself of

You.

Because the peace that you Promised

left scars and bones, 

bare and bruised,

locked in a room

in a nightgown.

You’re a good girl.

As I did push ups on the piss and blood soaked floor.

You’re such a good girl.