possessive

water color tears paint her face blue
  blue as the churning ocean in winter

they drop peppering the satin a deep red
  red like the wine of Christ

a position of pity and penance
  she begins to beg for solace

melodious sobs surround the solemn
  birch pews a hundred years aged

limestones reject the pleas for
  salvation as mocha colored altars creak in pain

her palm brushes away the tears
  leaving streaks of black and blue in it's wake