by Alexis Marie
He’s raving. Arm raised and hand curled in a shaking fist; voice booming, bellowing at all my transgressions;
His sons fly down at His command to take their place as the new holders of my destiny; they hold a string tied to my wrists that only they can see.
I am unable to run off course from the journey to the desert that they have laid out before me. And when I reach my withered bones up to bask a moment in something beautiful,
I am yanked away by another thread I am unable to control.