by Nicole 10/15/12
pivotal moments. again. the dying of flesh or rotting of decay. the smell of another salt on the wound. anguishing through the channels while the white caps or gowns seem not to understand. this is hell reflected in pain. the wiggling of it swells. what in wonderment is life? His Holiness rushes in like a flood as the delirious soul thirsts for more. plunged straight about to the bone – oh, this one’s cold. no, breathe. left. nostrils fill with air. the air of Holy Presence releases the power to Create while the sheet’s pulled back again. ha. the little snake slithers on the floor beneath the foot of the once corpse. the military boot covered in dirt. hesitates at first… flirts with Salvation then dances a hero’s song… VICTORY all along.