The comfort of scarred arms
Damage enfolding damage
In silent communion

A language of symbols
With too many ways to say ‘empty'
And none to say ‘love'

It's a slow caress
From a lithe tongue
It's a sin of omission

So now who would break
The butterfly?
The wheel?

All the blood, the blood…

Our Lady of the Storms
These weary hearts need shelter
Pray for us
Our Lady of the Rains
In all our grievous hours
Pray for us

In the absence of light
We deify our sadness
Pray for us

Dizzy from the pain
And fevered with infection
Pray for us

For the shadows
For the guilt
For the silences we learn
To live around but never fill
Pray for us

For the pallor
For the graves
For the easily concealed blades
Pray for us

Semper ad meliora
In hoc salus
Non nocere

Semper malus, semper tristes
Hinc sola salus
Non nocere

Dolor semper, mori semper
Salus en fide
Non nocere

Semper praesta esse infortunia
Ex vulvere salus
Non nocere

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