Bleeding Hymns

Blisters rub my skin,

Shed my bones,

And tear my fingernails to shreds.

Crippled into misery, 

I find myself dripping…

Farther–

From the sane life I was promised 

By a poisoned voice,

Singing hymns

For the gods that swish through stories.

Words that bleed with ink that

Does not bear the mark of trust-

They plucked my life;

Dangling me from the twisting beam

And yielded fear to beat my heart for the journey ahead.