Alterations
One shot, an arrow bursts through flesh, and muscle. Straight to the bone. My marrow exposed. Years of worship undone. A disappointed deity. I, a sinner in a sacred union. My blood pours out – tears for absolution. The offer for salvation is violence against my body. Crucify me – pin me to the cross of your desire. I am undone. Now I walk around with holes. Stigmata of your love. Both from the wound, but also, from the cure. Wolfpack Contributor: Kelly Marie McDonough A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Kelly Marie McDonough
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