Poetry – “See, Stigmatic”

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See, Stigmatic // by Jennifer Patino

 

On a grey stage,
curtains part
& one stands
as one
newly awoken
from a coma

 

    spackled forehead,
crimson grace

 

“they want the blood,
they want the blood”

 

    a holy place –
the palms, the wounds

 

The prickling in
the starting leg
means one’s time
is soon

 

 

Backstage,
a broken heart
& one grieves
as another
sleeps, slipping
into a coma

 

    dried garnet,
precious stains

 

“she bears the mark,
she says the name”

 

The slowing of
the hastened heart
means one’s time
is soon

 

Stand in ovation,
lie down in shock

 

    Blessed exsanguination
from a marble rock

 

 

 

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