Thursday, 24 March 2022

Blood red wood


                                                                               
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Whip lashes draw near open wounds
Thorns piercing pores
Blood gushing out
On a badly bruised body
Nails drawing deeper
Bones cracking and  breaking
Wooden cross turns from brown to blood red
The blood
It poured
It pours
Just to cleanse me
What manner of Love is this!?

Mitneymitch




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