Ex Absenti
Dripping with sin, I climb.
mine eyes burn, unblinking.
I have seen a thousand crimes.
each one a tooth in dark.
each one a hymn gone rancid.
the pit of absence breathes.
it feeds on nameless hours.
crawling endlessly, it seems.
I keep my hands in ash.
I keep my mouth in iron.
silence repeats my verdict.
no saints arrive, no banners.
only the bruise of memory.
only the stench of mercy.
my ribs learn stubborn cadence.
my pulse drags a rusted chain.
I rise by counting losses.
I rise by swallowing smoke.
the walls confess in wet tongues.
the dark writes laws on skin.
yet I make my way up.
step after step, unholy.
eyes burning, still I look.
and do not look away.
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