I Will Wash You Too

I will wash you too.

A Poem by Gemma R.

He’s going to get me killed.

I know it; he knows it.

I can see his inner turmoil

Hear the loud thumping of his heart.

His ears filled with the sound of blood coursing through his veins.

Throat constricting

His wet palms grasping at the corners of his garment.

He is going to betray me.

Payment was upfront.

He took it. I know it.

As I dried the eleventh’s feet, my chest grew tighter.

Must I do it..? For him?

He looked away

For he knows that I know

He would rather I didn’t.

This nature would rather I didn’t either

But, not my will by Thine.

“Judas” I croaked.

No. I have no part in you…don’t, he thought.

I reached for his dusty feet.

Feet that would lead the hounds to me.

I looked past his eyes into his soul

I saw fear and betrayal seated on a dark throne

There was no coming back from this.

The weight of this knowledge hurt me so much than what he was going to do.

I heard him hold his breath as I dried his feet.

You are ready. Do what you are about to do quickly.

I lost this one. I will not lose the others.