Skipping Lies

pebbles of your memory
skip upon the lake of blood
reflected lies, unable to float
on your words

thick of the sin
of what
could have been

but you're empty;
impotent water
platelets starved of faithful truth

drinking the blood of Christ
dinning on his body
and desserting on Judas

staining the story
and sinking my stones

Author's Note

Drinking life and spitting lies.
Not done. Gonna play with it.