by Mwintuur Patrick
sour velvet poured out
dripping from wrist to tub
slowly snaking its way towards the drain.
Sadness causes pain
this was a different kind of sadness
a different kind of pain
one that seeped deep into the soul
one that required
a different form of cleansing.
the red flowed faster now
perfectly covering my frame in a burgundy dress
and I let it all out
wallowing in my stigmata
Knowing that this crucifixion
would not end in forgiveness