African Inscribed

  “WHEN THE DEVIL REMINDS YOU OF YOUR SIN, YOU REMIND HIM OF CHRIST'S CRUCIFIXION and RESURRECTION!”, Reverend Tom of New Haven Parish screamed, the modern microphone attached from his ear until over his lips amplifying his voice across the large hall. Men, women and little children yelled from their pews with hopeful agreement. Everyone seated here in comfort had their best smiles pasted on, even possessed the right energy for every activity; to dance, clap, shout, sing, pray—It was almost as if everything in their lives were in place—and lock hands in strangers' with love . . . Was it real? If Love were in true existence, could I be the only individual seated amongst this sea of happy people in lack? Being in the House of God—like the red bricked housing was called—didn't allow the emotions I believed everyone felt when in His Presence. I heard of unsettling peace, indescribable joy and happiness, but here I sat; stiff, very lost and empty. “Have faith, Bernice”, that ...

  I absolutely lost how to react when I beheld her eyes; two calculative organs draped in enchantment potions. With outstretched arms, she called for me. She yearned for my warmth, I knew. Her body beckoned unto me, her lips craved my indulgence. Except the panties, she was completely bare.  She rested the tips of her fingers over her bosom, smiling slyly and her moves were f*ck.ing effective. I found myself standing before shredded pieces of my clothes within seconds. I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her into a sitting position and separated her knees, she moaned.  Not the regular moans. This kind sent shivers o'er my fleshes and bones. It erected and made me mad. I suddenly had no control. I plunged deep in and out in rough movements, groaning and gritting my teeth.  As much as she was enjoyable, she was too tight. Cummed in her the sixth time before surrendering. I froze. The bedspread and mattress were soaked deep in red—from pelvis to the end of my hood w...

  “Pain? Pain?” Rears his head from beneath the piles of cloth stuffed in a basket “I wanna keep hiding, Ma! I don't want the others to find me” “Come on, Pain. Be a sport, you should be self-confident. Allow nobody to suppress you. You're our King now.” He cries “I don't want to be King!! I never wanted to beeee!” Sobs “But . . . But your father is gone. Pain, he won't be home anytime soon until his resurrection. My dear husband, Depression, is gone, son.” Shaking his head “But they always want me that way. She, especially. It fuels her ego and emotional strength.” He was considerate, his mother, Anxiety, sadly thought. “But you know what's gonna happen if she doesn't express you along with your sister?” He pulls a shirt and more over until he's no longer visible “Less connection with people, emotional problems. . . You?” “She'd simply explode. So, my dear. Please allow yourself in with the others although she's using an enemy to fight and put out o...