Eastern Morning Rise

Outside my window

the dark purple tulips

with their elephant eyes

and chalk white lips

twirl and sway like

unpicked apples.

Inside, fingers crossed

like chicken legs

44 stitches on my forearm

the winged beast beside me

as the door opens and

He appears

risen like a once drowning horse

He appears

risen like a candle in the abyss

He appears

with burnt eyebrows and swollen kneecaps

without a mask

bowing in total emptiness

He appears

He appears

with feet scarred

He appears

with veins stretched like a baseball glove

He appears

He appears

 

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Crown of Thorns by George Cassidy Payne
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