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Sin

Brilliant red streams
creep across the floor.

She hears one great slam from a far
Bomb or a hammer
pounded by a great hand-
who knows?

Mercy with fear-
fucking gently inside
his head,
One blow and
everything

turned

into blue
with feathers so white and
fine as that of an angel,

the stream merges into
heaven's sympathetic
tears where it breeds
sorrowful memory
of His piercing
Shot.

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gkae said...

best!!!! i love this poem!!! riveting!

Damsel said...

weeeeeeeeee.... really?