Sacred deer
Wanders alone
Burdened with instinct
Trying to find shade
Disappeared
No trace of ours
The world turns away from all of our shame
Whichever was the single moment that damned it all?
What to atone?
Just let it go
In moments
What we called home
Frees itself from our harm
Grace nor mercy
Right on time
Too long
Our goodbye
Free from harm
Baptized
What could we have done?
What to atone?