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She’s hollowed-out horrors
you cannot see,
a phantom pantomime

The religion that you seek
it’s dead inside
buried beneath megalithic rock

Christlike eyes carved her flesh
from stone and bleeding heart
dripping words of waste

Biblical allusions
your own bloody baths
used her body and raped her mind

Pagans dance amongst
her gravel gaze,
bold in their benevolence

You’re drowning in your judgements
and religious rites while
her core’s an empty canvas

Now she sits
and speaks in tongues
without words–without want–

© Grace Black


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