Her Blood, a Prayer

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She is the only one with open eyes. Doves rest where they choose; the serpent chooses her throat. She lets it. Above her, the halo glows with a language older than doubt, and she l ifts her face toward something she cannot see but refuses to stop trusting. Her whole body is a prayer she wrote in red. Hang her where you need courage to keep looking up. Show more