some things are fine

It's a darker place - a Saint's belly, perhaps, a deep sea cave or some inner chamber of a mountain temple - only it's not so dark once you're really there inside. She's like a syrup when you find her, a formless sweetness that reminds you that it is - has always been - about the blood. And it's the hollowness that resonates in your bones; the edges of the echoes that drain the wounds. After a time (and nobody can say how long- perhaps you will lie down or even sleep a while). After a time, something in you fingertips will tell you that you have begun to breathe again.