fingers curl into a rigor of ecstasy
a reverence seered with the
cruelty of righteousness.
you burn in my lungs,
the ember of your divinty
fueled by the blood of my innocence.
My heart a cinder but still it pumps
pitch through my veins.
the rictus of prayer, all the ash
of hosannas falling
into the truth of my eyes.
I can not turn back the pages on my absolution,
the sin of my god is writ
forever in me
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