We have driven deep
the nails
that pin you to
a tree once living,
spat out the curses
and the names
that ripped your skin
drawing out the streams
of blood –
so like mine,
your eyes pierce into my deepest soul.
And now stunned into
Silence
I see in your beaten body
My craven self,
am driven to
bind those wounds
I
have inflicted.
I take the healing balm
from the alabaster jar
blend with my tears
to wash your feet
to sooth, to heal.
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