Atonement: Part I

There she lies, atoned

greedy snakes swallow whole

the fruit of her palm.

Wrap coils around her flesh

and wring her like a bloodied cloth.

Each time she unsticks

her twisted body,

hip from rib, breast from bone,

the tear down her side

reveals a juice like warm sickly sunshine.


Snakes slither, poison ivy

murdered by mud

the virgin mary bleeds no more.

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