Sanctified
Art by João Lira
Her forearm split,
Flesh falling loose,
Serpents of red uncoiling,
Sliding to the floor
Her neck opened next
A gash where language once lived,
Now filled with shifting blueprints,
Anatomy rewritten by unseen hands.
In ruin she was sanctified,
Her body no longer hers,
But scripture carved in blood and light,
A testament of revelation.
