A Living Sacrifice

You asked whether

All the king’s horses

And all the king’s men

Could ever put Stephanie back together again

Sometimes that’s the point of healing

And sometimes it’s not

Every system is different

They say

I run a boarding house for divergent emotions 

Inside my body

No matches, sharps, or weapons for the residents

Since anger does not produce the righteousness God desires

And dissipates reliably when unfed. 

My tongue is a fire

A restless evil, full of deadly poison 

Nailed to the wall it sleeps

Dreams of telling its secrets

Speaking the unspeakable things

So Stephanie can remember

And know the truth.  

Image credit: Stefan Suchanec 

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