Our Names Scribed

by on January 11, 2024 :: 0 comments

on the inside of angels’ eyelids
written in ink made of dirt
from under god’s fingernails

mixed with satan’s sweat
and the blood of our unborn selves

lost souls in transit
in need of a miracle
lilting down the chin
of a celestial face

in tears wept for us
chasing pretty lies
along wrinkles of time

shame on martyrs
with papercut cheeks
pretending pain
doesn’t hurt

we are salt in their wounds

editors note:

If you want to be published in that Book, you’ll need to find a good agent. – mh clay

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