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I poured it on my face and over my head like I was pouring a jar of oil. Bowing my head, it dripped off me as if I had poured out pure nard, olive oil, myrrh, out of broken alabaster on my knees, in tears, wiping the surface with my hair. My head stayed bowed my knees were a thorny crown on the ground, I drew near it and tried to draw it to me in the palm of my hand but it moved through my hand like a ghost while leaving a wet impression on the lines of my identity. Pure, powerful, it escaped my hold yet stayed with me, for now I was clean. Water. I looked into his face as he reflected mine back to me. I was close to this pool because my heart was powdered and purple. I looked inside the pool and saw my eyes, red and lived in, I drew near, like I was about to sip or baptize my face but instead I mumbled a still whisper - a prayer I wanted no other ear to hear yet my lips were pressed on the surface of the pool as if they'd collapsed on an ear; longing to pour myself whole inside that which I feared, and I said, "Water?" "How do you persevere?"
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 2:49 PM UTC
Inside the Pool
I poured it on my face and over my head like I was pouring a jar of oil. Bowing my head, it dripped off me as if I had poured out pure nard, olive oil, myrrh, out of broken alabaster on my knees, in tears, wiping the surface with my hair. My head stayed bowed my knees were a thorny crown on the ground, I drew near it and tried to draw it to me in the palm of my hand but it moved through my hand like a ghost while leaving a wet impression on the lines of my identity. Pure, powerful, it escaped my hold yet stayed with me, for now I was clean. Water. I looked into his face as he reflected mine back to me. I was close to this pool because my heart was powdered and purple. I looked inside the pool and saw my eyes, red and lived in, I drew near, like I was about to sip or baptize my face but instead I mumbled a still whisper - a prayer I wanted no other ear to hear yet my lips were pressed on the surface of the pool as if they'd collapsed on an ear; longing to pour myself whole inside that which I feared, and I said, "Water?" "How do you persevere?"
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 2:49 PM UTC
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