Know My Name

As sick as she is, the Rose

entered the Cathedral.  Every step


taken with a long, hard,

exacting stare, while she peels off


each layer and layer, fiber to fiber,

to the silky petal of skin.  Textiles slip


off in succession, while she strides

down the aisle.  Grasping the last


bottle in her small world, step, by

lightly, step.  It’s Frankincense.  The bottle


seemed to open itself just to find the delicate

follicled flesh.  Anointed in a gift of oil


soothing she gifted herself, she climbs naked on the altar

before the Passion depicted on walls.


1 Comment

  1. I really like the part about the bottle. Nicely done.

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