shed

i have been graced with a voice so sweet and this voice rings like a bell. a church bell, to be precise.

i know others hear this comforting sound. the words she speaks and sings so pleasantly stick in our minds like the golden honey she does not allow.

she commands us to ritualistically douse ourselves in water as if it were holy. as if it will cleanse our wrongdoings.

every day is accompanied by her singsong voice in the background, whispering in our ears.

and even though this voice is angelic the words it professes are not so polite.

this voice is a ringing in my ears that will not leave.