txted w The Lord

txted w The Lord today. give love to Sysan
*Susan
LOL what did he have to say
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What He said was anyone who dies tonight is buried on the hill called my conscience
and I am to go there every August to tend the weeds
He said every moment you spend fearing silence
is a moment I have installed in you with pleasure
I watched you naked in childhood and was disgusted then
as I am disgusted now
He said you laughed at the portrait in Mamaw’s room
You laughed at the King of the Jews
And for that you will awaken each morning with fresh bruises
purpling your flesh until you are all and only damage
You will find no relief from your SSRI
You will awaken to a sink spewing flies
You will perish You will rot putridly You will be
bloody
bloody
he said love to the family + pastor mike
Holly Thompson is a North Carolina poet and PhD student. She received a Master’s degree in English from Wake Forest University, where she interned at the Irish Poetry Press. She was the 2026 Storozynski Writer in Residence at the University of Notre Dame to support the development of her first book-length collection. Her work has appeared in Mobius: The Journal for Social Change, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, and Foothill Poetry Journal, among others. She has also read her work on Rattlecast, Rattle’s weekly poetry podcast.