drop

the ragged pulse of shower drip
which intimates a memory slip
of letting things around us go
in light of truth i didn’t show

some things so small they disappear
when buried by the gladness here
emerge to mock my tear-stained face
to crucify me in this place

my fierce accuser shares my shame
and answers with me to my name

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wishing everything dripped away as easily as dew…
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