| stigmata you were born into a family of sleepless children who bring guns to school you believe the blessed come forth red wounds as a sign of faith you listen to priests who tell you no night passes without retribution in an ecstasy you see those who do not fear your curse who wait for martyrdom you worship a miracle have no fear of injury you say to kill without thought of how it smells like rust on nails your forbearers sought this your children will relive this until you embrace your love for blood -- Jennifer Crystal Fang-Chien |