pain – the stuff of intimacy
the refrain of life
sticks in my soul
like a spear
feels better going in than coming out

piece of God is what i need
shield me from this dark unseen
a chunk of His heart
a shred of His skin
a taste of His soul

good medicine, or some kind of drug
keep me from this place that hurts
like a toothache
and won’t go away

revel8r

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