Poison Bible
Blood vessels and veins mesh beneath skin;
violently violet
Head and arms draped across the bathroom floor
door locked
You screamed to a Heaven that would never
answer
Instead finding replies in a poison needle
tell me
Are those track marks the remnants of your
Gospel
How frustrating it is that I don't believe in
God
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