It is icy.
"You can let go if you need to."
I would not drop these bottles to save myself.
"But you can. Consider if you don't."
There would be repercussions.
"What would they be?"
Blood and wine mixing, thawing the pavement -
the imagery is a little Christ heavy don't you think?
"Do you have a God complex."
Only so far as
my mistakes in this alley are for someone else
to clean up
to watch from a window
to feast on
we could go so far as to say I am a walking favor
even in death.
"Oh there is no good you know that."
Yes there only is
Him waiting at the iron gate
But my hands -
My hands -
The senses are dead. Something about my work goes here.