church and mission

my body stretches out against its bone unbroken, claimed by unbooked tribal lore for strangers to possess. i dance for you. the muscles in my back grow tight and sore the way the weight of pleasing you has grown. watch out! the tide looks swollen on the storm against the traffic, crashing on white walls until enveloped by its undertow i let the wave receive me. when it calls i taste release, red and moist and warm. this word is who i am, is what i do, the one forever pasted in my throat where in the end the ones i save will go while those i sacrifice will service boat.

malignancies 

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