I have fingerprints wrapped around every part of my body.
They travel from my hair,
to my face, to my legs.
Some of them are soft, like the tall grass from your childhood,
whizzing by you as you run.
Some of them have left angry, harsh craters on my skin.
Very few are like minuscule ants, barely leaving an impression.
Every print has a story, a history, a narrative.
Many of them are a firing-spiting battalion,
yelling jodies as they recount their purpose,
while others are a mere wish to an eyelash.
Every print is from a different soul,
different body, different mind.
They all are the same to me.
They are all the people who have touched my life,
whether they have beaten or grazed me.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 11:14 AM UTC
The only time I see God
is when I’m about to end my life.
I could count the number of times I went to church on one hand.
One of those times,
the pastor was preaching,
passages and proverbs wrapping around my head.
But, only phrase stuck.
I don’t even think it was from the Bible,
just something he had come up with on the spot.
“God was lonely, so he created men.”
I had been lonely too.
That’s the first and last connection I had with him.
On my knees, praying and puking,
I begged God.
I begged God to take me from pain, from the loneliness.
Euphoria or emptiness,
pleasure or pills, life or death, it didn’t matter to me.
I never heard back from him.
Once that day passed,
I wondered if the pastor was mistaken.
If men made God
because we were lonely.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 11:11 AM UTC