Stained Glass

How much pain does it take
to become immaculate? Create

immense heat from breath, surging
inside the surface glowing orange.

Immolate the heart. Hold
with sandpaper hands until

cold. When breaking, must be
as fragile as bones. Slices

of lifelessness forming limbs,
foreign face. Against resemblance

assemble without attachment. These bodies
of work are not one to own. Cry

until tears solder them whole.
When dry, blind with sunlight.

2:52 AM
from a collection

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