the holy

[kendaile]

come, sister salvation run, flee the mighty, the fallen
angels dancing upon stainglass tears, shed by uncaring
dark souls, remorseless in passing and lying
waste showering down, crashing down, scattering
meek, frightened sheep, the herd
mentality so frail, bemused in thought
ripples inward, iodine kisses, so sanitary, sanguine
like blood, dripping slowly, defacing the monument standing
alone, solitary in confinement and choice, she kneels nearby