Hocked into me
Like a burr
A single thron
Anemic bond
Seeping through nylon
Leaking from under gloves

Fingers reach from the chasm
To tug at my hem
But I wear a robe, soaked
In baptismal fluid
Untarnished
It hangs heavy
Drapes like leather
Clings like cellophane
I wear a wreath of fire
As a crown on my head
Sanctified
It hangs heavy
Cuts like vinegar
Purifies like bleach