cloister

 

hesitation

marked

the passing of time,
blank days bearing
the fruit of all synapses
collapsing in on themselves. 

 

marking my wrists, bound
by god from all silver tongues
sculpting assurances to me
of my own destruction.

self-induced ecstasy, 

a tear through the hair-shirt
of my heart. 

 

alleluia,

I fall.