contrition

Guilty waves catapult skyward as they violently breed with the flinty crags wanting for a lighthouse.

A conflagration carousel of shame burnt blood blazing as it circulates through concupiscent flesh

Bent knees seek pain and sink contritely into unyielding rock bottom as prayers stumble dumbly out of a depraved mouth deprived of excuse

Forgiveness begs no more usurped by fathomless naked pining for punishment

"Hurt me please, I deserve it."