anna-christina betekhtin

words, words, words

Mourn not the weeping wounds and tears.

Let blood congeal, slow ripples.

Blistered water boil, raindrop pus.

All scars were water once.

Cry no pain, gasp no ache.

This body will healing drown in praise.

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