I have hidden my corrosion
between palms pressed flat,
the spines of books drip, the blood
of inequity can not be contained.
your doubts have been fed, fears anointed.
slowly you open the door.
you will come to me in spite
of your devotion I will
forgive you your pious fast.
take these hands that hunger
and drink of the darkness to
satisfy your need and I with
greedy fingers will consume
the rest of you
.
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