Chalice

Gave you my history,

A cup of blood and fragmented brains.

Asked for current healing.

I was baptized in that blood,

Handed a cloaked mirror.

Soaked in the insomniac inability for introspection.

Absorbed the wounds.

Stitched ancestral scars.

I called her by her name,

and she loved me tenderly.

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