Pain Soaked Prayer
I’ve been walking back and forth in my mind, on the floor Coming clean when I said I can’t do this anymore. Sleep to see Standing shapes with ringlets of eyes snapping the harness that pulls at my chest, Pulling out my heart as it weaves through my ribcage. Spit out the bloodstains that Are messy, blossoming carnations against the stone. Patterned by the miracle of fire In these carved out holes in cliffsides. Thunder…