Dead bones living or trying to anyways
Feeling all skin stripped away
Flesh torn, spirit wilting, raw and bleeding
Dejected. Despairing. Tormented. Isolated.
Why do you stay so silent?
Why is your Kingdom so slowly brought?
Why do connections have to be so slowly birthed?
Will you give me community, deep and healing, as I need it?
Why have you pierced me with your double-edged sword?
Freely I give you my heart and love
Do not wound your beloved bride any longer.
Let us go to the groom's chambers and be intimate.
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