how she liked it

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she just wanted a hug
anything would do
half a hug
tiny bug hug
but the only thing she could find
was the cross

she didn’t like jesus
or christians in general
too uppity
but the cross sort of had arms
and she needed a hug

as she leaned on it, her flesh seared
as she knew it would
damn holy consecrations
but when she looked up
she clamped eyes on the best news
she had in a week

a lonely visitor to a grave
three rows back and one over
they watched eachother
gauged eachother

she decided the visitor was
too much of a bother
besides, they had already
thrown off so much fear
she was drunk
couldn’t feel a thing

which is how she liked it

About Kary

I write many things, prose, poems, flash fiction, short stories, novellas, and novels. Feedback welcome. View all posts by Kary

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