One full year since the conversion.
Holy week utterly draining –
nausea, an unwelcome
weekend guest. Self inflicted
questioning an endless torment.
Symbolism the irritant, tickle
at the back of the throat. I felt
cannibalistic. Vivid implications
yielding blood and suffering.
The Sword and Chalice
sweet memories locked in a deep
crevice. I must return to
peace, the initial allure.
curiouser contemplations 