nine a.m.

i bleed freely
veins open
stigmata in an age without miracles.
i cannot deny
the savior within.
she has my face
she has my eyes

oblivion is never farther from me
than it is now
bleeding out into the sunlight
open
alive in my death
always becoming.

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