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We Don’t Need Their Stones

She waits before their altar With bloody hands And dirty feet; Hoping to come clean In the water They claim is for washing But drink like bourbon. Honey, You won’t find holy there. Only scorn for ashes. They don’t know … Continue reading

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When I Didn’t Make Much of You…

When I didn’t make much of you;When I could no longer hide the bruises;When I refused to pretend the cracks in my skin were shadows,Instead of pointing to your cross,You threw stones.You made these bonesA home for guilt,And a place … Continue reading

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