Fallen
Beaten
Fallen again
Beaten some more
Not fallen like me, an empty casket,
hollowed out to make room for the things of the world
whose fate is bitter ash.
I’m fallen with imperfections as my flaws tear at the seams
Of my costume threatening to rip open the
empty piñata for the whole world to see.

You’re fallen by my imperfections and others’, too
Each time you rise you stomp, stomp on the wrongs,
Alight them with searing flames,
Smile at the perfections to come.
Within the smoldering remnants of my filth,
a form appears naked
but not ****.
Fascinating but not horrific
Love in the flesh; love shared between you and me
Alone.
Innocent love untainted by the unfaithful coos of a third party.
She calls, begs, and pleads for me to return to her.
But I am a child again, this is my
second chance at life.

Be gone, leave.
Return home to your master.
Don’t tell him hello for me;
I’m no longer wrapped up in his
fantasy lust for me.
I have chosen Him who has chosen
Death of Himself over
the death of me.
I don’t want you around any longer, you temptress.
Leave quickly, for I am the salt of the earth,
and I will torture your open wounds.