Unholy
on sin
They told me I was damned, but then they made me saved.
Unholy.
They made me holy.
They said I was in pieces, damaged and afraid.
Unholy.
Baptised, they made me holy.
Yet their verse upon my lips felt like knives upon my skin.
How is one to live when all you are is sin?
Still I sang their hymns.
By grace I was forgiven.
On my knees and begging
for mercy, for mercy.
Days to weeks,
weeks to months,
months to endless grey.
To live a life holy,
I could never be the whole me.
Until those eyes, piercing blue, bore straight into my soul.
Her laughter, like music in my ears,
unveiling a world of vivid colour.
Her hands electric on my skin.
I feel the way she holds me.
I know she sees me wholly.
She pulls away the shackles that bound to me like hate.
By her lips, her hips, her mouth,
I am the embodiment of grace.
And if it is a sin to love her,
then by her hands I am undone.
Wholly.
Unholy.
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This is viscerally insane in how good it is!! Amazing work
This is absolute fire. Well done.
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That shift from “their verse upon my lips felt like knives upon my skin” to the moment she sees you wholly really stayed with me — it felt like the first full breath after being held underwater for way too long. The line about never being able to be the whole you while trying to live “holy” hit close to home, that quiet grief of shrinking yourself just to survive spiritually. By the time you get to calling love itself grace, it feels earned, not defiant, and honestly kind of tender in a way that surprised me. Did writing this feel more like reclaiming something that was taken from you, or like finally naming a truth you’d been carrying quietly for a long time?
The contrast between “unholy” and “made holy” creates a powerful emotional tension, especially with the imagery of words feeling like knives. It captures the feeling of being reshaped by other people’s expectations while still carrying your own wounds underneath…just haunting
Profoundly Written ❤️❤️❤️ Congratulations on your Top Story🎊
The wordplay here is delicious. Bravo. A much deserved top story.
Holy Ship. This really rocks!