The Ugliest Woman in the World

Our truth,
As the blasphemies rescind,
Gains grace;

Holding on to empty bottles
The ones held liquids
Divine enough
For the goddess
Of cancer’s slow reprieve;

Damnation becomes
The glue of our
Ministry.

The finest point in my
Indecipherable
Cosmology of saints;

The segmented unicorn
Whose bath salts
Bleed into my vision.

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