sunken wells

my wrists warmed by crimson sweat from rusty copper shackles

hanging here in a Jesus pose

thinned with pale cracked reptile pattern

my lips peel away the held treasured kisses

revealing sores

parched

my eyes

sunken wells

you stood before in a dominatrix shine

a headdress of thorns

my morning of whipping morning star welcomes

with each lash her perked ears awaited words she figured were already written

only thing I offered was intestinal tears of garbled truth

the whipping came more scarce but continued through the melted hours

under misty curtains I dream

refusing to watch her forked tongue

I dreamt of days past

where I was healthy in virgin white

and she

the sun

which gave us all light

I'll never proclaim defeat

each storm passes and with it takes my weak branches

my roots arrogant in strength

I'll hang here for eternity for another shimmer of what we have