Her Waves Over Me
Words Scrawled on the Shoreline and Carried Out to Sea
Monday, May 18, 2015
Leaving the Fold
I want to tear my flesh in half
Crack my breastplate apart
rip my still beating heart out
lay it on your holy altar.
"Here," and it would splatter on the marble and splash
the golden chalices with a human's blood.
"Take and eat."
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