Exorcise (Prompt 13)

Look at me
As if it isn’t written on my face
Dripping from my lips sticky
Probably tastes familiar
The kind of exercise that best fits my frame
Say my name if you can guess it
Bless it with holy water

At a certain point I am more than a daughter
Have to grant myself the freedom to admit
I carry carnal feral animal
That screams for me to free it
No small walks through the park
She doesn’t bark
She howls

These demons to be exorcised
Are impulses to be exercised
To be worn out to be worn down
Wrapped around and grounded
Found it ravenous and savage
Exclaims God’s name in vain
Can say it better than her own

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