the sound of her blood
is crying to me from the ground
you listen, you hear it
you simply receive the sound
your act wasn't righteous,
her blood became a voice
you listen as she speaks and
suddenly you're shy
do you still listen
even to her sin
the hollow between her ribs
where her love used to live
i see you in blood
more than i see you in man
her skin holds the truth
her soul belongs to you
her silence is made holy
my god, i feel you with me
my god
written 04/15/26 .
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