The Angels Have A Lock On It

This dark heart plugged up
like a blackhead waiting to
be squeezed; I am
pressed for time by time
and in time.

Kyros, chronos, logos
all one under the microscope
of love.
Don’t, do, sin, love, squeeze
until something gives.

This dark heart is only
lightened by admission of
its darkness.

Sequins on my gown do not
cover the stigma of my sins.
Guilt kicks my shins as the
planets spin.
I am all out and I am all in.

Look up, look up.
Look in, look in.
There is an angel with a grin.
She is beckoning me in.

Vicki Woodyard

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