Judas’s Daughter

Before you read this expect that you might be shocked, outraged unless you stop to reflect the inside outside twists this poem may have.

You were my only disciple

And you betrayed me—

For thirty pieces of silver

You sold my heart that I gave for free.


As you kissed me in the Garden of Gethsemane

Like the way your father kissed my father—

More romantic than the way my father kissed my mother

As your mouth tasted like pure loyalty.


And just before the roman guards took me

I whispered in your ear—

“I hope you hang yourself like your father.”

And then I bit your ear.

Source: Judas’s Daughter