Wrecking Ball

I Was Born In A Pretty Hilltop Town

Monolith

Where am I?

Raptured; her hands
shaking upon the cradle,
at impurity post natal,
/lay it down to drown/. 

Raptured her words, 
its cries have her tongue
limp and stunned;
she stands ashamed.

A mind of chapters
lines and verse,
oh no she's raptured
so very well rehearsed. 

Her soul captured,
ready for the hearse, 
but a mind fractured
with a scriptures curse. 

Raptured; her hands
giving into his demands,
seeking that bright embrace; 
water distorting its face.

Raptured; her hands
shaking upon the cradle,
at impurity post natal, 
/lay it down to drown/. 

A mind of chapters
lines and verse,
oh no she's raptured,
so very well rehearsed.

A soul captured,
ready for the hearse,
but a mind fractured
with a scripture's curse. 

Where am I?

Ben Townsend

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