When once she might speak, but ever sits silent. He waits for her voice to comfort, but when will he learn that he has waited in vain. Imagined her lips. Again and again, moving around the words that he longed to hear. Did she breathe. It is the eternal second right before she says that… Continue reading Mourning the Loss of a God
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Blessed Worm
But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by mankind and despised by the people. (Psa 22:6) Small, disgraceful maggot. Chewing on the left-over garbage. Squirming in the mud, beneath the feet of people above. He writhes, they shudder. He drags across the ground, they gag. There is no honor in the disgusting… Continue reading Blessed Worm