Scribblings Of A Dramatic Introvert

   Forgive me father, For I have sinned These words played in my thoughts for so many seconds after I heard it on Sunday during mass. Minutes later, I started typing with no idea whatsoever how it would play out. Here goes what stared me in the face when I was done: Dancing in utter darkness, As tiny specks of unholy lights bounced over my skin. I twirled, Turned And ripped my garb off, strip after strip. Forgive me father, For I very much knew what I was doing My eyes were filled with smoke from their lit pipes Yet rather than turn away, I let them grip my waist in their free hands As they passed me from the less high to the barely conscious. Forgive me father, For rather than be disgusted I giggled and sometimes I moaned. Forgive me father, For the night went really fast. In leaps and bounds the seconds ticked And I lost count of how many times my back hit a wall Sometimes it was a cushion Most of the other times, they weren't so gentle And hell must have parte...