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Stained Glass Pulpit

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by SincerelytheSilence

by SincerelytheSilence

Her lips

mouthed out prayers

against alabaster

fingers. Brittle spine sinking down

onto

stone.

Square teeth

cut into crimson

sin, tongue seeking out

forgiveness.

Flesh

corrosive, carnal

stretching, splitting, sullying.

Now the works of the flesh are evident:

humanity.

a/n: Cinquain form used. Check out With Style: Poetry - Monthly Poetry Style Challenge over at the PoetsPub for more on the cinquain and other poets' work with the form.