Tapestry colored,
take the tick out of my heart and let me bleed out.
My eyes are shallow wells for a face that needs help.
A body that sees no reason
taken back
tied down
tucked under
A b-b-b-bomb blasting off
seconds
before the big hand could
cover her own clocked head.
Here no mantle is sacred.
ripples in our veil unfolding
each crease, streak and stain seals a moment:
Her love suppressed and Her faded light
the fabric of one life,
the symbol of many,
measured against the steps of
indefinite epitomes.
Aug 16, 2023
Aug 16, 2023 at 10:34 AM UTC
Tapestry colored,
take the tick out of my heart and let me bleed out.
My eyes are shallow wells for a face that needs help.
A body that sees no reason
taken back
tied down
tucked under
A b-b-b-bomb blasting off
seconds
before the big hand could
cover her own clocked head.
Here no mantle is sacred.
ripples in our veil unfolding
each crease, streak and stain seals a moment:
Her love suppressed and Her faded light
the fabric of one life,
the symbol of many,
measured against the steps of
indefinite epitomes.
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