your hollow heart is holy
it is cathedral stained glass window
beauty built out of broken bits joined with molten lead
both the pieces and the poison are a part of you
lit up when love shines through
but your church pews are quiet
empty
an abandoned relic six days a week
only remembered when they need salvation
or inspiration or damnation or
something
thank god they always need
something
stained glass [poem]
Larissa Lee 