<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527827" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Infringement of the Rules</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Any infringement of the rules <br>Or minor sin puts her head in <br>A spin, puts her soul just over <br>The edge, lingering there in mid <br>Air waiting for some dark demon <br>To snatch. Sister Angela rubs sins <br>From the black beads, utters long <br>Prayers from the tongue. She firmly <br>Wrestles with her demons in the bed, <br>In the cloisters, out there in the dark <br>Corners of the world, inside her head. <br> Her father used to say, your demons <br>Know you better than you do yourself; <br>They know your pitfalls, your small <br>Faults, your tiny imperfections that <br>Cling to your soul like dark bruises on <br>Fruit. Then he’d beat her black and blue <br>And leave her in her room to brood and <br>Suck in the emptiness of thick dark space. <br>She kisses the black beads as once she <br>Kissed that Boyle boy behind the bike <br>Sheds there, not from lust or love, but <br>For an unholy dare. The knees ache; <br>The back is stiff, the incense fills her nose <br>And head. Pray for us now, she mutters, <br>Her black serge habit tight about her form, <br>Pushing out her breath, and at the hour of <br>Our death. Her father lingers in his cancer <br>Bed; her mother rots in her grave where her <br>Father drove her with his drunken words <br>And fisted hands on frail skin. Sister Angela <br>Washes with her fierce scrubs any small <br>Infringements of the rules or minor sin, <br>Hearing her father’s words harsh within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527827" data-title="Infringement of the Rules de Terry Collett" data-description="Any infringement of the rules Or minor sin puts her head in A spin, puts her soul just over The edge, lingering there in mid Air waiting for some dark demon To snatch. Sister Angela rubs sins From the black beads, utters long Prayers from t..."></div> </div> </div>

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