“Take me to church” she begged. I saw fear in her eyes. In a restroom with a warm orange light chained to the sink, i kept her like a dog. Every drop of blood around her had met with one another like a pool and every drop was a sin of her’s.

“I CAN REPENT…I CAN REPENT” like a broken record. It was annoying to listen to. The chains were finally weighing her down. She was about to witness what she ...

covered with clouds, grey, not even a hint of green. perhaps the day was meant to be like this. I noticed every bit, all of the rocks and stones lying on the road, the rubble of the buildings, the city on fire. i noticed it all, they had executed all those with me and here i was, the last one. “The drive to the gallows will be a ride” he said to me, and what a ride it is. My ears were ringing, loo...