ABSOLUTION

After the rain

you come to me

saying you are cleansed

but the blood of your sacrifice,

my blood,

is still on your hands

 After the rain

I come to you

saying I am cleansed

but the blood of my sacrifice,

your blood,

is still on my hands

After the rain

we seek each other

asking for absolution

but the blood on our hands,

our blood,

has stained our souls

Water cannot wash away

the stain from our souls

we are marked for life

© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2001

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