Lurid stain of failure:
My magic marker dug through thin paper,
The visceral covering of my heart.
You knew that color,
Patches of it peeked through your sweatshirt.
My collarbone settled into the curve of your thumb and index finger.
It was like a dream,
Neon gave way to
Pastel harmony.
God was mentioned.
My eyes drew at their corners;
You stared straight inside.
My heartbeat drowned in sobbing noises;
You mentioned Him again,
Admonished to abide in grace, faithfully, again.
When I looked up
Into your eyes,
Your fingers melted through...
This sinking soul; you cradled me.
I felt my hope,
Renewed.
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