The sharpened dagger enters
Not once, not twice but thrice
Bruising, purple
As the robe of Christ.
Colourless dye
All-seeing, all-knowing
Search out the deadly sin
Seek out tortuous, moving guilt
Wrapped invisibly to naked eye.
Strangling and killing.
Rush your warmth, cold comfort borne
Shake fear and pain inside the tomb
Liquid death knell do your deed
Seek out cells and shade them
A rainbow, a myriad of colour.
No room to move, no breath to take.
A picture, snapshot
Of how it appears to man who
Cannot see the gram of death
Behind the weary bones.
Growing, enveloping,
Rushing, destroying
Tiny, tiny, tiny specks
Breaking free, multiplying
Destroying equilibrium
Destroying hope
Destroying joy
Destroying peace.
And when finally
The result appears
It’s clear and safe
- this time
Will not anxiety reign free
To begin again another day?
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