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Betrayal
The betrayer's kiss still stings.
Bleeding ribbons of flesh
drape from the back
sticking to the splintered support.
Cheeks pulsate from Roman knuckles,
soothed slightly by trickling blood
from thorny wounds. Wrist sinews stretch
over icy iron
as golden skin rips
upon each short breath.
Naked and agonised humiliation.
The betrayer's kiss still stings.
A plea: “Father forgive them”;
as our black sin
crushes his sagging frame.
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