Twice-Stained Glass
Shattered stained-glass shards
silently scrape against my skin.
I struggle to suppress
my sacrilegious satisfaction.
The fading fragments fall
from a Faith they’d soon forget.
This flurry flirts with profanation
and is full of fear and freedom.
And as I basked beneath
a broken Baroque blockade.
My brain buckled beneath the burden
of the brick that I had thrown.
And my blood stained the glass once more.
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