Toads of Guilt
written by: Kt Owens
It feels as if a toad has made home in my stomach.
Weighing me down
with croaks and leaps
that make me ill.
It is nothing like the glorious highs
that engulf those who choose to
lick the little amphibians.
This feeling never brought me closer
to God’s glowing palace in the sky.
This toad only made me peer
into the darkness
way below the almighty’s heaven.
The repressive squawks of
those who wish to make me holy and pure only succeed in creating
more toads to haunt me.
I cannot explain why they care.
I cannot explain why I can’t change.
I will never have a love
that is anything but disgusting
in their eyes.
They will never have a god
that is anything but cruel
in mine.
I use poetry and other writing styles to navigate the odd mixture of feelings that comes with being a lesbian in a generally less-than accepting area in the world. My works discuss subjects such as family-issues, mental health, recovery, and general life.
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- Toads of Guilt - October 10, 2025
