Sacrament - State Faults

Arrowhead embedded

Softness quelled

Violet

Light trails pull me into you

Love is a rose

They pull at the petals

Because they hate how it grows

Roses growing from corpses

Consuming sacrament

Roses blooming forgiveness

But softness seldom grows back

If love is a rose

Then be a bouquet

Stop this incision

Semiautomatic

Exasperation infinite

Blood in the sacrament

Pours on the cold cement

Prayers said with violence

Arms crossed in silence

Choking on petals

We pull from our innocence

Stop this incision

Semiautomatic love