There’s a crystal ball that sits on my dresser
that I never fully learned how to use. There’s
a pack of Tarot cards that reside beneath my
pillow that I use to play solitaire with. I
have never known what it means to
“Be like Jesus.”
I find the numbers
13 and 18
to be rather unlucky, which is probably why
I branded one onto me externally and the
other internally. I wonder if my grandmother
now knows the secrets of the world, if my
battle-eyed grandfather knows the
key to redemption. I wonder if
my sister ever learned how to control
the talking skulls in her closet.
I wonder what my Pastor would say about
my fear of Purgatory.
Three days
three weeks
three years
five years later and I am still waiting for
Absolution.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
There’s a crystal ball that sits on my dresser
that I never fully learned how to use. There’s
a pack of Tarot cards that reside beneath my
pillow that I use to play solitaire with. I
have never known what it means to
“Be like Jesus.”
I find the numbers
13 and 18
to be rather unlucky, which is probably why
I branded one onto me externally and the
other internally. I wonder if my grandmother
now knows the secrets of the world, if my
battle-eyed grandfather knows the
key to redemption. I wonder if
my sister ever learned how to control
the talking skulls in her closet.
I wonder what my Pastor would say about
my fear of Purgatory.
Three days
three weeks
three years
five years later and I am still waiting for
Absolution.
angsty family drabbles
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