ArchiveNovember 2014

The Religion


Codependent. I awoke each morning to pray, no one answered. An angel perched on my shoulder, snickered like a demon but giggled a hymn I wished to know. Desperate. The next day, no one was there. The angel returned, perched on my headboard slouched forward like a gargoyle. “Try again,” she whispered. Too impatient for morning, I sat up in my bed. Shadows splattered my ceiling and...