Friday 26 February 2016

#fridayflash: skin

I wear his righteousness like a wetsuit; slick, tight, a second skin. It keeps me warm; human.

When I forget, I am cold; frigid and fierce, ice storms, blizzards. Angry. Hungry.

I should remember always, keeping him close, remembering what it means to be alive.

Forgetting the death in me.


  1. This reads more like a poem than a story. I'll be contemplating this one. :)

  2. nice work! moving and meaningful