prompt 11 on my table.
11. I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell/ But just coming to the end of his triumph.
R, 203 words, Post season 4 and slightly blasphemous.
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Lucifer is risen.
Hallowed be thy name
Light. So much light. Death. So much death.
Thy Kingdom come, thy will-
Be done on earth
Doors creaking, footsteps breaking, hearts hammering. Soundtrack of staccato rhythms.
As it is in Heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
Run, run, run, as fast as you can.
And forgive us our sins
You can’t catch me I’m the King of the Damned.
Oh God, forgive us our sins
Tyres jolting, engine screaming, road short and unending.
Christ, with bullet holes in his hands and a bleeding mouth on his side:
I believe he screamed.
One thousand, four hundred and fifty one miles from Maryland to South Dakota.
I believe in the Father, and in the Son
and in the broken, foul-mouthed Spirit.
So forgive us our sins
As He breaks, so shall It break.
And deliver us from evil.
It wasn’t your fault.
Yes Dean- it was.
No… it was mine.