Child Abuse 3

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Innocence is a diamond.
What was molded deep in the uterine mines
And opened to the world
With cut and finesse
With a ubiquitous shine.

Yet diamonds are tainted with
Blood. Irises that were painted with genes,
Tainted with touch, with a felon’s handprint.

And still, a leviathan redeems himself
By painting rainbows on a rainy day
Under an overcast sky
Gloomed with guilt.