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• “Mommy, daddy can we keep her?”
  • “If she has no tags and no one comes looking for her we sure can. We will get her all cleaned up, buy her a bed and toys, and take her to the vet in the morning.”

• “Mommy, daddy what was wrong with that lady?”
  • “She’s a nasty person baby. She does bad things with strangers for money.”
• “How do you know daddy?”
  • “Because sweetie, that’s what ladies who look like that do. Don’t ever go near them or touch them. They could get you sick.”

The morning after, I.D., worry about stds and pregnancy, her age. It didn’t cross my mind that she could be lost. I just kicked and tossed, “quit hogging the covers,” after all we’re just lovers. Glad you got to stay, I’ll call you later. It’s all about me, me, me, heck no I’m not gonna date her. I met her last night, I don’t know her from Adam. Her name? I think it’s Eve. But she’s the one that pursued me! I was minding my own business at the bar, she brought me a shot, “try this” I mean she was hot. My eyes wanted what my body needed, it didn’t take much pleading to get my mind to start agreeing. The heart, it’s what took the work, conviction, convincing, too much tension, just give in. One time won’t hurt, it leads to 10. 10 follows 10 more and add 10 again. You realize you’ve hit thirty and it’s gone too far. You feel dirty and scarred, you’re hurting and tarred. Looking for Ashton Kutcher, you just got barred, into your sin without warning or knowledge, you just can’t win. These times, they are different, it’s not saying no to blow from Joe or I’m waiting until marriage, you must answer systematically and academically why no bro? Everyone is doing it, it’s all about your feel good, don’t worry about her, I mean who should?

You finally agree, amongst the bombardment of rebuttals. Your morality’s greatest defense is crumbling because you haven’t been in attendance. Skip church, skip prayer, skip the only things that will build sense. Instead let’s drink a little more before we go, I’ll give up partying for next years Lent. Tonight is celebration. We have done it again boys, we have led him astray. He thought his poor excuses would get him away from being the prey but it’s just like every other day. When he puts himself in situations in which he knows he cannot succeed, all we then have to do is wait for the seed to proceed. Along its normal path of heartache and wretchedness. The algorithm created is perfect for all even him. Pass the shot, this ones mine, as he turns it up. We won the battle! Another point us! Let them stumble to the car. If they make it home for embrace, we will toast again, but if not, and they hit a pole, we will shortly welcome them! Win, win!

       I feel as if I can’t catch my breath. Lap after lap after lap I am continually running. The trees’ leaves are in that pinnacle fallish glow, and the illuminating sky mirrors the vibrant colors of the earth. But I can’t get out. I’m boxed in without an exit. My selfish being lusts for worldly pleasure, and my pride prevents me from admitting the anger that births from the containment. It’s beautiful on the outside, mesmerizing. I am made to be out there, to be free, to love, help. But I’m in, wrapped ever intricately into the very fibers of blackness. It awoke when I awoke. My eyes opened and no sooner as the interpretation of light entered through my retinas also did the revelation of dark. The comfortable reality of routine ever battles the fervent desire to escape. I could get caught. Anxiety, fear, worrisome predicaments followed by reasonable conclusions. It sounds safer to wait, stay. It’s easier. The colors though: joyful orange, ardent red, brilliant yellow overlaid by fading blue and purple.  The artistic hopelessness of doubt is a refined luxury for those content with staying put, but to those willfully thirsting for the empty pit in their soul to be filled with something more wholesome than evil, it is utter sorrow. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Whose here? As I open the door, superiority stands before me. Luminosity fills the room.

            “I hear that you are thirsty?” He questions with sovereignty.

            Struck with a state of awe, I respond, “Yes Sir, very!”

            “Then why have you kept your door shut for so long?” He asks with humbleness.

            “Me?” I respond with confusion.

            “Yes, I have heard your prayers and have been knocking for 18 years, but the lock is on the inside.”