The Red Glory
God is red as blood. His glory is violent and pure. His grace prepares me to step into the light; the red lights preach my soul and hold me when the perpetrators become bold, so bold that the daylight becomes their night and my screams become silent. It is only the red light that embraces, only it that kills, and only it that saves me.
Copyright © Apoorva Jha | Year Posted 2020
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