I thought tonight would be easy.
Their plan was simple,
but it all depended on me.
What if it went wrong,
someone recognised me —
drew attention to my cover?
What would I do?
**Trigger warning: death and loss of loved one.** Iris, leaves of red, yellow, goldfall ground-ward, carpetingdew-wet grass, where autumnwalks in her season. Iris, huge white flowersappear […]
Prised from the abyss of Hell,
more arms bore me to the Gates of Heaven.
Behind them I could see light, blinding beam
boring into my eyes. I could hear a choir
singing around the Lord’s throne...
What is a woman? A woman can talk peace to men consumed with hatred, anger, and fear whilst comforting little children terrified by the shells, bombs, and bullets of men at war.
I stopped, took a deep breath, and scrambled up to the brow of the hill where I saw a large crowd gathered at the foot of one of the trees. This tree had been chopped into two pieces, with one nailed to the other, forming a crude cross.
She liked fruit, especially peaches, but this one unnerved her, the sinister-looking stem seemed to be searching her out. She stared back at the periscopic pedicle of the soft, rounded fruit expecting a salvo of gunfire, but with a distinct crack, the peach exploded in a messy, fleshy burst of light. Silence.