SAPPHIC

2|TAKE ME TO CHURCH.

I was born of this sickness. It wasn't one that could be cured by some doctor or medication. It was my sexuality, because where I'm from being homosexual was just as bad as being a murderer or worse. But that didn't stop me much. I giggled as I felt the delicate touch of her lips on the crook of my neck, the sheets sticking to us like a second skin. Groaning as I turned over so my face was to hers, sleep still in her eyes and she looked the most intriguing when she wasn't sculpted for society. She was my sin but I would take that knife to the gut. Through the madness of the church it never once changed how crazy in love I was for the girl. "You better get back home." Ari whined, caressing my cheeks. 

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I brushed my lips against hers out of habit and threw the blanket off of my body to get out of the bed. Pulling the fallen strands of twists into a massive bun on top of my head, pacing through the bedroom to find my clothes through hers. Once my jeans were buttoned on Ari stirred from her spot on the bed. Kneeling on the bed as she made her way towards me. Her hands lightly grabbing my hips as she nuzzled the crook of my neck,"Please be careful out there." Seriousness laced her tone causing me to playfully roll my eyes. 

"I will, I will." I assured Ari before grabbing my backpack off of the ground at the foot of the bed. She fell on the back of her heels watching me leave the room, making my way out of her home and out of the long, gravel driveway. Smiling to myself as I could still feel the tingle of her lips against my skin, and her delicate touch. She was my heaven. Nibbling on my lips as I began my walk down the long road, it was blistering cold as I zipped my coat as far as it would go. My shoes kicking up snow and small hunks of ice. 

Humming under my breath before feeling as if someone was watching me, glancing around my surroundings to come up short on a person. Still having the spine-chilling feeling along with the sound of a flame igniting. Glancing over my shoulder to meet dark eyes masked by a hood and something over his mouth, in his hand was a long-neck beer bottle with a rag set afire hanging loosely from it. My heart grew heavy as I felt I couldn't even operate my feet to carry me further, but somehow I did. The cold wind beating against my chest like a fist, tears flying down my cheeks as the air only got colder and harsher. 

Wheezing towards the end of the road where four or five other men like the man behind me stood staring back at me, their hands accessorized by weapons of their choice. I didn't know how to react and it seemed like whatever I did have to say would only fall on deaf ears. My lips trembled as I was yanked up by one of the broad shouldered men, tears running down my face like a broken faucet. Suddenly I was slammed to the ground, the impact enough to take my breath away and the blood rush towards my head. 

That's when the blows and the impact of stomping against my rib cage, coughing up blood on someone's steel toe boot. Maybe I was hoping for the faith that was apparently one that damned me to save me but I began accepting the end for what it is.