Writings

Sin

Darkness surrounds me, presses me. Pulls me under.

Drowns

me

and

she grabs my hand, kisses me.

Brings me back to life.

My knees give in.            I stumble,

but she holds me so

I

Can

Stand.

The wounds from the past…SLASHING. CARVING. CUTTING like a knife.

But her eyes are like bandaids, her battle wounds remind me that I can survive.

 

Her lips are ointment. Every time she presses them

to

my

heart…a piece is whole again.

The dark ghosts take my hand, then she gives me goosebumps to remind me I’m alive.

She’s my…heavenly peace, my light,

But at the same time, the sweetest, most beautiful

sin.

 

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