Stained am I, and streaked by this palsy, pollen-spots falling as table-scraps onto purity’s napkin. Holy rain, wash my hands, my feet, my heart, that I would bloom beauty in shades of redemption, where mercy meets malfeasance with a gown white as snow.

Stained am I, and streaked
by this palsy, pollen-spots
falling as table-scraps onto
purity’s napkin. Holy
rain, wash my hands,
my feet, my heart, that
I would bloom beauty
in shades of redemption,
where mercy meets
malfeasance with a
gown white as snow.
Leave a reply to melodylowes Cancel reply