this morning in el barrio
a silhouette of inspiration
lay cast on a brick wall
adorned with crucifixes, racks, & nooses
painted laboriously with crimson liquid
she lay on a slate table atop a Mayan pyramid
my dagger raised high above her abdomen
she cried silently
eyes clenched, trepidatiously she awaited my penetration
my left hand tightly gripped her neck
she moaned anxiously,
awaiting sacrifice
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