my glow in the dark rosary looks down at my sleeping body, dreaming of empty fields.
it watches me sin, it watches me pray for death.
an escape from this prison i exist in. i'm the only prisoner here, everyone else is free and i'm forced to watch.
on that bed under the careful watch of a crucifix i strip myself of all the dignity and self respect i used to have.
i sacrifice myself for the admiration of lustful teeange boys.
is my body still my own after someone has seen all the deepest parts?