A Miscellany 181
Godless. Faithless. Flawless.
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by: Deanna Dusold
Godless. Faithless. Flawless.
She came up for air.
Armed with no belief
no feeling.
only His word.
She came up for air
out from under the piles
of off-white coats,
dead children, dead smiles
tearing through the inconsequence.
hearing everything burn.She looked up. and put the gun
to her pretty head of problems;
the machine putting feeling into the corners of her mouth.
“You can’t hide from me.”
Giggled a bit.
SHOT
and killed God.