PathetiquePoetic

Have you heard about the dangers? They love to hide in the shadows of night. So stay indoors away from such things, And unlike her, you'll be alright. This tale is one of a sailor's daughter, Brought up in a cabin by the sea. It all began with a simple sound The wind, she thought, is what it must be. Yet her warm bed Offered no respite Until she could discern What was out in the night. She crept from her room, Not sure what was in store. What simple noise Could hold such allure? The front door opened, Albeit with a creak, And as she looked out, She did not dare speak. The night seemed peaceful Outside their small home. T

When I was a little girl, I went to church. Our church was an illegal one: the building was unregistered. We would sit on the benches made from stolen floorboards and listen to a man dressed in black as he read us tales of angels coming to save righteous men from evil, their swords clean and their trumpets blaring. The man dressed in black was old. He was sick. His Bible was missing pages. One day in March, my mother turned to me and said clearly, "Masha, I want you to remember something for when you grow up." Maybe she knew she was dying. "God loves murderers." I just looked up at her, thumb in my mouth. My mother was still a beautiful w