Estimate the sorrow inscribed upon your hand—
the projection of the prophets
etched with bruises from the archer
shooting loneliness through your skin.
Protect your stiff-wall body from the barter of your pain:
the crushing of deliverance, beaten
dreamlands of your brain.
Ann Blackburn is a poet. Her work has previously appeared in Maudlin House, Crack the Spine, Eunoia Review, and elsewhere. She is currently working on her manuscript. Her website can be found at https://www.annblackburnpoetry.com.