I have met God
in the smeared eyeliner
of strangers—
who hold my hair
like it’s communion,
who whisper prayers
through cracked lips,
who cradle broken pieces
like holy relics
in the back of a club,
where saints
dance with sinners,
and the fluorescent light
never tells the truth.
This is where salvation smells
like cheap perfume
and desperation.
Where grace
is a hand on your back
when the world
is too loud to hear yourself breathe.
Heather Kays is a St. Louis-based poet and author passionate about writing since age 7. Her memoir, Pieces of Us, dissects her mother’s struggles with alcoholism and addiction. Her YA novel, Lila’s Letters, focuses on healing through unsent letters. She runs The Alchemists, an online writing group, and enjoys discussing creativity and complex narratives.
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