To My Friend

Just like Jesus Christ
She walked out of her sunlit room and into the shadow of the hallway
Wearing only overwashed, overworn underwear
her limbs and torso a delicate image of carved ivory
ribbons of scarlet flowing from her wrists
a name dropped on the floor, a promise broken, drowned in that flowing scarlet
a fragile question mark sliding down her fingertips and into the puddle of blood gathering at her feet
She looked just like Jesus Christ
and I knew I should be bandaging her slender arms
whispering new promises, new lies
but I am transfixed as she stands without her crucifix
beautiful and repulsive at the same time