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Salvation

by Melissa Gammill
he twists my hair
in the dark
whispers
faint
sacred secrets

i'm the first
to know his dreams,
he says
the only eyes he trusts

i lie still
quiet
pitying him
for loving me.

he says
i'm his savior-
his fingers
clutching my cross.

but i sing
of no promiselands
etch
no scripture
in stone-

only listen
to nightly confessions-
my prayers
silent in throat

he says
i'm his savior-
fingers clutching
my cross
as i cling
to the edge
of another
hymn.




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