all snakebite
hellfire
brimstone
A hand on the bible
one in the air,mouth sucking in
a yellow ochre moon,
painting over the stars
with proposed holiness
that will get him locked
out of the gates.
He warbles into the night
sparks at his fingertipsbody arced back
speaking with a devil’s
intention—split and bleeding
and all
the lost ones
gather round to read
the writing on his skin.They wait quietly
for redemption.
Published by Riverbabble 1/11
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