Dismantled,
With
ropes, pulleys, hammers;
Her
heart screams into silence,
Her
lungs stretched thin
As
rugs beaten dry;
Her
dirt-crusted fingers
Clutch
the white body;
The
veins of her hands turn
Pink,
red, purple;
Little
does she know—
His
embrace is tighter than hers Published in Calvary Cross
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