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Fastened to my belt

by irishfolksuicide

Member since 2002 · Posted 27 Jan 2004 · Edited 27 Jan 2004 · 5 comments

This; a walk in which a sea wind would thrive and drop as low as deserts bare rock, where all the houses stand thirty steps back. A road that, to my eye, would lead to the sun were it not to rise, a gentle slope, to a cliff face high church. And walking this road, past people that never tired of looking through windows. I carried with me contrition fastened to my belt, ready to offer the priest. And the priest when I saw him, smiled and held me but like a trophy and not a brother. Next time fastened to my belt will be a grenade.

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[10] zodiac 27-Jan-04/1:40 PM Reply
This is really really good. Maybe the best post of the day. I just have one small question: the priest gives contrition, right? Or do you mean for it to be reversed?
[n/a] irishfolksuicide › zodiac 27-Jan-04/3:05 PM Reply
The contrition is the remorse shown by the first person 'I', towards the priest.
[10] zodiac › irishfolksuicide 27-Jan-04/4:51 PM Reply
You're right.
[n/a] deleted user 9-Feb-04/1:11 PM Reply
Wondrously fetching.
[10] 7!3 20-Nov-04/12:27 AM Reply
need more writers like you.