i'm drunk on unshed tears,
they burn the back of my throat
and fuse my field of vision.
the church bells obscure
the sound of my cries
so the angel's won't hear
the incursion of my faith.
their rust falls upon me
and they tell me that it's
a blessing.
my bones lock up,
i'm tossed into the ocean.
the salt dissolves
my pious intentions.
