before bed.

September 21, 2011

Spice-bright oils on my eyelids. Can feel them tingling, creeping into the corners of my blinking, my breathing. A rough scrub with a towel leaves my skin plainer in feeling. But the scent still seeps through. Almost time to cry.

The kingdom of God, the kingdom of God. Where is it? Where is it? Where has it gone?

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