Saturday, September 18, 2010

Burnt Offering

Burnt Offering
Killing me by degrees
Each hour the executioner
tears another piece from
my life fabric.
She aches for my heart
tasting the sweetness
of raw blood and pain.
I have done the unforgivable.
I have demanded my soul
Unanointed for prayer.
Hell is the mirror distorted
refraction raising the temperature
sucking oxygen into flame.

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