Reckoning

Reckoning

By J.Lynne Moore

Tempered glass shattered
Under my feet, I walk…
In doom and terror.

A nocturnal reckoning
Breaths deep upon my
Neck, seeking payment.

Spiteful thoughts boil,
And froth to the
Surface of my twisted mind.

What have I done…
Torrential sin bleeds
From my open wounds.

My penitence comes,
Cloaked, hooded, veiled,
I rise to meet chaos.

The demon speaks
My name…but hold…
HIS blood has washed me!

I am clean!

© 2016 -2017 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

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