60/365: coin

the coin upon my tongue is electric metal.

heads, guilt and shame,
tails, humiliation.

your hand on my chin, closing my lips.

59/365: God made me, too

God made the birds in the trees
The fishes in the stream
And of course the puppies and kittens
And little children.
And me,
My demon adds,
with a grin on her too-small mouth
with its bone crushing, perfectly white teeth.
And me.