What happens
when someone says they killed
because God whispered it into their bones,
because every swing of the blade
felt holy?
What if they were certain,
the way you are---
so certain,
that the blood on their hands glistened like scripture,
that every scream
sounded like prayer?
What if it was you---
standing there,
stained in red and righteousness,
believing you were called
to end me?
Does belief absolve the blood?