Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
                                                                                              Crossed out.
           Clumsy hands in a dark room. Crossed out. There is something
underneath the floorboards.
                  Crossed out. And here is the tabernacle
                                                                                               reconstructed.
Here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all
              forgiven,
even though we didn’t deserve it.

Richard Siken, “Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out” (via grimdarkacademia)