Struggling through

The weeds

Feet dragging

in sand

Sun glaring

Blinding

With its

Promise

Of warmth

Trying to

Reach water

For the cool

Balm

She washed cum 

From the 

Palm of her hand

In a bowl of

Holy water

Etched a cross 

In the dirt on

The back of her

Hand

With the same

purity

Feet cut on 

hidden glass

Pockets picked

Like a well

Stocked nose

Stabbed in 

The back

With a great

Big broken

promise

Don’t look

Now

Its only life.

◄ Tears

Son ►

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