Absolution

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(D. k.)

Every evening,
I set my larynx ablaze,
And watch it burn,
Till it taints the sky black,
With the words I've written in my heart.
It's evident to see the darkness,
That resides in my mind.
The moon, palpable proof,
That with every darkness comes a light;
My greatest sign of redemption.
On some days, I forget to bring out the moon.
On those days, I've counted numerous veins I've slain off my body.
Blood shed soaking up my sheets;
It's not wonder they call healing, blood clothing.
This was the only way I taught myself forgiveness.
The only way, I start to repent.

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