your mind unraveled
a mark of disgrace
impressed by divine favor
on your body
a disease, a spot, brand yourself.
I bear on my body
the marks of _________.
as if you deserve these
five holy wounds,
this odour of sanctity.
state of grace, these flowers
that bloom after death,
overwhelmed.
to suddenly dry up, heal
as if it never happened.
hysterical.
you are an illness,
punctured in the wilderness
blooming under the skin.
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