National Poetry Month: Day #17

Today’s Napowrimo prompt was to write a poem in which I very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses. Given the fact that we are in the thick of Holy Week, my focus stays close to Jesus as I reflect upon His passion.

black friday

vinegar:
my acidic reflex
responds                     without coaxing.
i see the offered sponge
and recoil
how thirsty would I need to be
to accept such a proffer?
mouth dry as dust
bones like molten wax
skin raw and sticky
with dried blood and sweat
i hear wailing:
the crowd jeers from far away
sour wine                       my last taste.
thirsty.
so.
thirsty.