This pain I feel,
as I scrape my nails across my flesh,
makes me gasp in a heaving, stuttering breath.
I lean back and let myself go.
I fall into the pain,
its all I know.
I begin to shake,
as I start to bleed.
I'll follow this pain,
wherever it may lead.
As long as it leads me back to you.
For you are my Mary Magdalene.
My hopeful, needed, forsaken sin.