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THE BEGINNING:
He promised resurrection to those who eat his flesh and drink his blood (Jn 6:53-59)
on EASTER SUNDAY she is resurrected she desecrates the sabbath with her cries-30 years ago she would’ve laughed and said the sabbath disrespected her.
she wrenches herself from the dirt, wet with relics-saint’s tears and alchemists’ whim, limb for limb she is put together for a will not her own.
she is not dead, yet she has not been granted eternal life, she is the product of relics of lazarus, needle and enchanted thread dragged through the bone dust of saints.
she is without mind but one for survival. whoever raised her from the hallowed vatican ground she rested in survived london.
whoever raised her had intent with taking her closed casket and shattered sword to breast like a babe, nourishing her ground at night as a mourner on ash Wednesday, for 40 days they fasted, for 40 days they gave up godly intention and buried her with stolen artifacts.
for 40 days they poured tears and holy water onto her grave, for 40 days they etched the name of god into the dirt. when she broke ground, it was without words and solely with blood. it disrupted the flowers religiously left by her headstone, defied the natural order of purgatory she was doomed to.
the first true waking brought dreams of IVs and blue light that healed her vocal chords-but her first words weren’t prayers she couldn’t remember she screamed berserker chanted back to being, protective personality made her first kill with scarred, stitched fingers-survive, survive, survive--whoever she was, she had to survive