I left my faith on the kitchen floor.
It was many years ago, and its passing was as anticlimactic as I expected it to be. It crashed to the linoleum, burned with soundless fury and promptly withered away to dust. The dust was kicked up, settling on every crisp white appliance of the kitchen, dirtying them. I took to scrubbing sixteen years of mold from underneath my fingernails. Religion clung to the grout, and I scrubbed at it until it was bleeding and raw. Its stains are stubborn, and I am just a fleeting memory in the history of blood.
I am no match for its institution, and it will swallow me.
About Me
- D.Marciniak
- A recent graduate of CCAD, I am an illustrator & designer with interest in music & tattooing.
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