First Edit: Sunday School

[Todd]

Some thoughts on the edit.

First Edit:

Sunday School

I
Wine sipped in an unlit room,
to spill any is a sin.
The bottle shapes liquid--Bottle is an improvement on mug.
like a good parent should.

Father, where are the others?
Father, what's that?--Better questions. The addition of Father does add something. Not sure about the repetition of the title, and those still may not be the best questions. It's an improvement though.

Questions asked like a child.--The simile makes me think the speaker is older. If that isn't your intent. Maybe something like: "The timid questions of a child" or something like that.

II
Silence gives answers I'd rather ignore,
darkness tries to offer absolution,--I'm not a fan of "tries to" as I continue to look at it. darkness offers ("some modifier" I could suggest some but don't want be too leading here) absolution
but then dreams convert to memories:--Don't need "then"
He used to leer at me.
My blonde hair flowed through his fingers
like gold at the end of a rainbow.
My tears the rain that ruined it,
their anger thunder without lightning.--Their is too indistinct.

The light comes on, flickering like his stutter,--very much like this simile and image (as well as light being both literal and figurative as exposure).
salvation a lie my parents sold me
so they could buy a paper from their priest.--their or this

III
I became a snowflake
in spring,
pushed away
by god's breath,--I like this opening. You could add a creepy element to the breath (by god's breath on the back of my neck or anything intimate or showing a level of vulnerability and unease.
surrounded by those
who only cared
about their descent.--These three lines slip away from the image and become more distant. Read that as telly and less effective.
The ground
where I belong.--The self-loathing of the last two lines work.

IV
The wine burns now.
After so many years
there is staining, my hair is white,
untouched.

Unanswered prayers buried beneath grass,
their bodies rotted, unrecognizable.
More years pass before I find the right words--This is wordy and needs work. Condense
to tell someone about the corpses,
the ways of childhood finally behind me.--might be stronger if you cut "the ways"

It's a step forward. Hope the comments help.

Best,

Todd