The silky rags washed down
so the brown blood circles the edges of the sink.
Like self abandonment swirling, dank as bile in the back of the throat, familiar disconnection, shadows.
Waiting under the cover of Oleander petals, the orphaned shackles, the disembodied pain.
Unforgiveness settling like dust from a sandstorm, in every nook and cranny. Covering.
Every idiom judged and exposed, every sacrifice mocked and belittled.
Who is this scorn-slayer,
this false judge, deceiver?
Birther of lies and nurturer of darkness, systems maker
Enthroned for a time until the Divine
reckoning, the dragon slatted to be slain and cast out, down down down.
She doesn't know he's hunting her down, targeted and entrapped.
Whittling her down to nothing, hopelessness.
She doesn't know there is one who has come, and will come, is coming, with cold clear water for cleaning, who puts on plastic gloves and washes sinks, who removes the gloves and washes feet, offers glasses of water for drinking, thirst-quenching. Who holds out a hand in friendship, a ring of adoption, a home for healing, who pours out forgiveness like water, filling every nook and cranny. Enlivening.
