Sacrifice

She's crazy
You should know this
Yet on the inside there is a
Pinch of sanity
Ready
Watchful
Tucked away so even she
Can't see that which remains hidden
Underneath the domes and arches
Employed only in a window
Or a door frame
Cut off
No longer consciously choosing
To live a life of misery and pain
But going through the motions
Of that which society teaches
And expects
Impossible to decipher where one
Vestige of breath begins
And another extinguished
Protesting anti - Buddhist tendencies
And pro Catholic policies
Sometimes dark thoughts
Flicker
As she longs to sacrifice herself
For you
For humanity
For her sins
For the sins of her brethren
Immolation
What if it goes wrong?
And she's stuck
With additional scars along
Her delicate white skin
Is the sacrifice
Worth it?
Will it remove the pain and
Her timeless devotion
To that which is good?
Separated by distance
Space
Longing
One day she'll surrender herself
For now
She surrounds herself by early
Fields of grain
And cotton
And by the dwelling
of the Papago Indians
Suicide by fire
Heavy is lust
When tongues crave taste