“They say God lives in us all…” Jacob began, trembling. “But the only God I’ve met within was fear…. His dark cloud, sinister and serpentine… coiled and constricting my every thought. And by choice I pray at his alter of worry. I sacrifice every possibility of a better life to him to keep him fed.”
Tim and Jeremy had been friends since grade school and were always together. Playing games, reading comics and going on hikes in the forest by their cul-de-sac. Which is why, it comes as no surprise they were out there that day. It was fate that they would be the first to make contact.
He saw his father again that autumn. It was a vibrant evening, alit with the colors of change. They passed one another on that same street as before, except this time as equals—as men—but the past was too loud for them to speak. So both kept on their paths, which forked long ago.
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The lights of the skyscaper decorated the modern altar. The people there prayed with time, with dollars, and with belief. Each spin of the revolving doors like the lever on an engine of faith. This new god was not a jealous god. Nor did it force itself upon them. It was the god they chose.
The sun hid and withdrew its light the day he stepped boldly onto the battlefield. His black armor reflected only shadow as he strode toward the enemy encampment. His pupils dilated and merged with the whites, like black ink staining silk, and he saw it all. The warhorses, catapults, mercenaries, soldiers—unknowingly waiting to die.
Our unhinging hearts swing wide and far. The light bleeding from behind their protective gates unite like outstretched hands and melt together without seems. No end to you. No beginning to me. Whole us. Part you and part me. And then disconnecting as you walk past me, unblinking and making your way down the street.
He woke up and couldn’t remember the last two days. They were a blur. Like a streak of speed—bleeding lights in front of squinting eyes. The last thing he saw before the morning sun, was the way she looked at him as she lead them both through the red gate and into the dark.
They say he sacrificed the last of his humanity when he spliced himself once more – this time with the DNA of a lion. But he didn’t give himself strength for power over others. No, he did it to protect the ones he loved. I think that makes him more human than human: A Lion Man.
I was dying a dry death. Every inescapable passage of my body had begun to fracture, like mud-cracked lips kissing desert skin. Each step I took plunged me deeper into the sandblaster that was my existence. Perhaps, I’ll fly home on the breeze. To be breathed unknowingly and swallowed like salt in the air.