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TRINITY

A SCRIPTURE TORN WAS ONCE BROUGHT TO CAUSE A WOMAN SCORNED.

my mother would wail when she was stripped off of her immortality by my father. she was weak and frail and crippled. but she could not die. she stabbed herself with a sharpened knife, every single night. she fed on blood and gore and stinging pain and mutilated limbs and fresh salty tears but she was still alive. she should be happy when my father took away her immortality, yes?

THE SKY RUMBLED TO COVER HER HATEFUL CRIES AND RED ANGUISH.

i was not my mother's daughter. i was not my father's daughter, either. i loathed them both. they had never showered me what parents should shower their children. i was born under deceit and sweet love potion. i was tom riddle's secret sister but i was not tom riddle's sister. i never performed magic. no, heaven was where i should be. magic defied the law of heaven. i could perform magic, strip others of their powers, take their lives without their permission, drown them in acid water. but, no, i would not. heaven was where i should be.

MARY TOOK MY BLACKENED HEART AND PAINTED IT RED.

black bible was thrown to my face, and i scrambled away from it. but mary took my hand and kissed it. she whispered into my ears, her voice wrapped around my brain. do not be afraid, child. do not be afraid. i am with you now. i will guide you home. mary kissed me, and i felt delirious. i felt at home.

JESUS KNOCKED ON MY DOOR AND I OPENED IT WIDE.

my mother screamed in anguish and my father yelled profanities. i was pushed back, away from the door, and my forehead slammed against the sharp edge of the coffee table. blood flowed fast. but, my eyes were fixed on jesus. he walked in. my mother was now crying and sobbing on the floor. my father was sitting with a dazed look on his face. but i kept my eyes on jesus. come, child. take my hand. let us go to heaven.

I TASTED HEAVEN AS SOON AS MY FINGERS WRAPPED AROUND HIS HOLED CALLOUSED HAND.

– HEAVEN IS WHERE I WAS CREATED AND WHERE I RETURNED.