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Nov 2016
Bottle in hand
Drowning the indifference
Feeling the life
Sinking and crying,
we are born.
New light, you see?
Do you feel?
At the alters we kneel and
we are whole again.
Holes emptied and filled in.

Throw it in the trash.
Throw it against the wall
and release
it
all.
Here we are again.
Better this time and born to make pristine chapels
at the feet of Mary.
Blood to wine
Water to *****
And
we
are
all
strangers.

Gurgling strangers set apart to form a perfect storm.
Chaos ensues
we go blind
as we
feel our way through the darkness.
Through the broken window pains
we see
we cut our hands
on our own souls
pity falls with the trickling stream of tears.
Wash the carcass in blood and
Take it back.
The empathy
sympathetic smiles
hushed forgiveness
mulling over
all of the insanity.

This chaos.
This
is
MY
frenzy.
Douse it in holy water
find redemption
do it again.
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Crumbs of putrid
distaste.
Eons of love.
"Clean up the pieces and ask no questions."


****

Do you hear me now?
Steffanie
Written by
Steffanie  Florida
(Florida)   
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