Reluctant to turn around
quickening furtive footsteps
putting distance silently
between trepid thought
and imminent retribution.
Sky releases loose ends
each drifting stealthily downward
grasping eloquent mime
as it flees in torrid haste
trailing fearful vapour.
Each sting of an extended palm
prostrates itself in victorious etching
leaving it's mark embedded
hell's prominent basilica
sealed on cowardly plinths.
Comfort comes, bidden by choir-ed pleas
released in anguished moments
each one drawn out by hidden depth
justifiably onto life's threshing floor
as wounded folds fall away.
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