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Fastened to my belt (Free verse) by irishfolksuicide

This; a walk in which a sea wind would thrive and drop as low as deserts bare rock, where all the houses stand thirty steps back. A road that, to my eye, would lead to the sun were it not to rise, a gentle slope, to a cliff face high church. And walking this road, past people that never tired of looking through windows. I carried with me contrition fastened to my belt, ready to offer the priest. And the priest when I saw him, smiled and held me but like a trophy and not a brother. Next time fastened to my belt will be a grenade.

zodiac 27-Jan-04/1:40 PM
This is really really good. Maybe the best post of the day. I just have one small question: the priest gives contrition, right? Or do you mean for it to be reversed?




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