Revelations 7:06-14

Revelations 7:06-14

A Poem by Taylor St. Onge

Angsty family drabbles.


There’s a crystal ball that sits on my dresser

that I never fully learned how to use.  There’s

a pack of Tarot cards that reside beneath my

pillow that I use to play solitaire with.  I

have never known what it means to

“Be like Jesus.”

I find the numbers

             13        and        18

to be rather unlucky, which is probably why

I branded one onto me externally and the

other internally.  I wonder if my grandmother

now knows the secrets of the world, if my

battle-eyed grandfather knows the

key to redemption.  I wonder if

my sister ever learned how to control

the talking skulls in her closet.

I wonder what my Pastor would say about

my fear of Purgatory.

Three days

three weeks

three years

five years later and I am still waiting for


© 2014 Taylor St. Onge

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Taylor St. Onge
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Well you did this a few years back did you find your answers?

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Added on July 16, 2014
Last Updated on July 16, 2014
Tags: family, angst, religion, divination, death, bible


Taylor St. Onge
Taylor St. Onge

Milwaukee, WI

Hi. I like literature a lot. more..