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Just like Judas, your words ring
Just like Judas, your kisses breathe
I ask myself; What would Jesus do?
And like Jesus, die a soul-crushing death,
then forgive you.
I want to say; Forgive him, Father,
for he knows not what he has done.
But I am filled with
Instead, I ask; Why did thou forsake me?
But my ears are met with
Then inundated with
I want to reach into the void, where your heart
should be, and extract the
I want to
—Take it back.
But when I happen upon you, you kiss my
I look into your
but see only brokenness
I feel dizzy and pull away. I cannot
You know the Siren's whisper causing me to doubt
In my mind's eye, I revisit the
and self-doubt is
But unlike Judas, you do not look away in
By Lisa H. Owens