grace sheds sparks

the hearth of care in me is formed of untaintable light and the protective circles that enclose my being escape the tongue. their essence inverts and denies while gifting.

you scrape the letterings and sigils but what space remains draws as much function. positive and negative space possessing fury.

grace sheds sparks onto blood, turning it to hallowed ground. see through my eyes a moment forwarded through time and know Heaven is no further than the now.

pierce the heavens if you will, scrape the sky for your bemusement but cry no less when you drown in my blood, collapse under the weight of my essence.

ashes stain grey wings that once bore hope, and rain down from above ‘til naught is left but bare tundra.

hear the excruciating crack of my ribs outward and feel them piercing until you can hold your essence no longer.

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