Your body, the cathedral, in which I am a nun.
I miss how your skin feels, the stained glass sorcery
that I am still decoding.
Senseless worship, I am blinded by my belief in you.
They harvested my heart, left with my
blood splatter, dried on your left shoulder,
Something your mom calls a birthmark.
i hate the permanent tint in my cornea now,
the way i can’t hate you.
and the way that this is goodbye.
goodbye.
I miss how your skin feels, the stained glass sorcery
that I am still decoding.
Senseless worship, I am blinded by my belief in you.
They harvested my heart, left with my
blood splatter, dried on your left shoulder,
Something your mom calls a birthmark.
i hate the permanent tint in my cornea now,
the way i can’t hate you.
and the way that this is goodbye.
goodbye.
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