In a pool of her own piss and blood she crawls for the door beaten so badly she can barely lift herself off the ground. Watching her like a cruel child playing with an insect he observes her struggle with a demented pleasure. When his amusement subsides and his fun has been had, he reaches down and grabs her by the hair. She cowers as he drags her back into the bedroom where he beats her mercilessly until she regurgitates blood onto the carpet. As she sits there helpless and alone with the monster who has terrorized her for these last five years of holy matrimony, she looks up and curses the God who never helped her. A God who sat by and watched as this evil man beat her over and over; a God whose servants commanded her to stay in her marriage because it was a sacred institution; a God whose love was never felt while no shortage of pain coursed through her battered body. In a maddening second of clarity she realizes he was probably never there to begin with. In that moment, full of despair, she reaches for a pair of scissors on the dresser and plunges them deep into her own neck. Laughing and crying at the same time, she passes out of this world as a huddled creature deranged and twisted by a tormentor placed there by God to protect her. Well, that’s what she was taught to believe as a girl in church, anyway. Dear Christian, guess where your God of love will send her based on your holy book…think on that for a while. -Timothy Havener
Posted on: Sat, 15 Jun 2013 17:57:20 +0000
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