“The Abyss Inside” (A Spoken Word Poem)
WhovianPastor
They speak to me, constantly. Whispering first, like spider legs brushing against the back of my neck. Then louder, sharper, jagged syllables that bite and tear— Until their screams drown…
spoken word poetry
Threads of Grace: A Spoken Word of Queerness and Christianity
I stand here, a paradox,A tapestry woven with threads of faith and pride.The church doors once loomed like gates,Heavy with whispers,Stained glass splintered by misinterpretation,And yet, here I am. They…