Is it impertinent to slay

Rather than say; these words

Rip my heart out of my chest.

Like your hungry little fingers digging

Their way into my flesh.

Yet I welcome the torturous

Feeling that in this moment

Let’s light shine through me like

A window on a summer lit

Afternoon.

Why can’t you see me set aside

From all of this musing, all of these

Moments, are you acclimating?

When is justice so depraved and

Who better than yourself to

Inflict it upon?

Sincerest, my dearest hope is

To luxuriate in forgiveness,

But blood makes the changing moons

Too difficult to envision.

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