Challenge
My God, My God…why have you forsaken me? (A Gold for One Month Scholarship Challenge)
devotion
you are breath. life itself. you,
the hand that grips my heart and makes it beat.
gripped. made.
knelt at your altar, forgetting to feel anything
but devotion, ignoring blood or the small sounds
small breaths or cries they're all the same to you
or do you even hear them anymore, these sounds of sacrifice.
do you listen or only listen when i dip fingers in still-warm heartsblood
and paint my skin with all of your names.
can you hear my cries only with accompanying screams and please
please please
prayers from the altar, upon and beside.
we both beg for redemption
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