The Midst.

Bedecking, the Thorns circle the corpses…
–Sorrows of many a morn.
Juniper leaves slithered against her drab mounds.
The Midst howls its entombed memories.
Against its walls–
-“Against everything!”
The parapets trembled every certainty…
The Midst howls again–
“A wolf’s ruptured cry.”
Crashing, wallowing against forlorn moors.
It bleeds–“the viscous waters of yesterday.”
The Queen squeezes her hands around the midst
As she listens… “The murderer,
and the one who dons the sin.”


Photo Cred: Wally.


Seeking forgiveness from all those we’ve wronged..

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