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Hymn to Words

 
In dim lit corners    
of whisky-soaked nights  
she stood in a stained nightdress    
stuffing prayers into wounds  
   
she ran  
nimble fingers though matted hair  
   
opened up a throat    
   
allowed grief to splutter out from lungs  
that choked on midnight’s breath  
   
she stared—  
   
placed her hand on a weary chest  
counted irregular beats  
   
found God in the exhale  
amongst limitless space  
   
she came without warning  
on a barren winter’s eve  
   
replaced blood with black coal  
   
wiped hot tears with her thumb  
 
 
Written by Northern_Soul
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Author's Note
Letters to the Old Ways
15/30
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