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Her knees bent, pressed into the mottled carpet.
Hands clenched, knuckles white.
She wept at the bedside where she’d surrendered her dignity far too cheaply.
Cheeks stained with painted tears, real weeping from false eyes.
Her heart broken and self destructive.
It wasn’t worth it.
She felt lonelier than ever.
Enter me, oh God … forgiver.
Enter me and give me peace.
Enter me, oh gentle Savior.
Lift me to your breast, wrapped in eternal arms.
Enter me and still my grief.
Track marks running up his arms, his neck, his legs.
Shoot it up, shoot it up.
Who cares?
He lived to score and scored to live,
until he woke in a pool of vomit next to a dead friend.
They’d shared a needle.
Suddenly life didn’t seem so carefree anymore.
Enter me, oh God … redeemer.
Enter me and make me whole.
Enter me, oh healing Savior.
Lift me to your breast, wrapped in eternal arms.
Enter me and cleanse my soul.
Her bruises throbbed, black, purple and green.
Slapped across her back and buttocks
in the shape of her father’s rubber-soled shoes …
and his cigarettes.
Tiny red blossoms about her ribs and breasts.
She could still smell the stench of her own flesh as it burned.
Before she passed out.
Enter me, oh God … deliverer.
Enter me and grant me care.
Enter me, oh sheltering Savior.
Lift me to your breast, wrapped in eternal arms.
Enter me and calm my fear.
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