God's dead in this town. It is said that love and compassion are necessities. Like mortar within wall of brick. That's why this town is crumbling. I walk with my hood up, eyes down, pride low. Still, a strand of hair may slip forward, the cloth of my hood slip back and...God's dead in this town.3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I still have those scars from the south; on my back and on my stomach the memories lie. Designs of agony etched into my skin that feel so a part of me now It's almost overwhelming.
"You're safe here", I hear them all say it and I wish it was true. But I laugh too loud and people frown.
I cross this thresh hold and hold my breath, and when they look at me I'm not sure if I want to cry or laugh or scream but the emotion builds up in me and I don't allow it out, the pain of avoiding pain.
God's forsaken me, I think. Or rather... God's dead in this town.