Holy Week

Seven days.
Seven shades of suffering
silence.
Seven last words:
thirst, famine, fever,
finality, yet,
too, there is
forgiveness,
family,
a future
spit from split lips,
a dry tongue still
willing
to kiss
the face of God

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