In the Midst
Two blades entered and pierced flesh
And, like an offering, red pooled from beneath
my palm.
my back had stiffened like a robed man following a
dark conviction.
Then the pain came like hammer and nail.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Someone was at the door
standing frozen as stained glass.
She bundled me in her arms and ran down the stairs.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Like a sacrificial lamb, she placed me on the chair.
I closed my eyes and let my tears
baptize me.
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