Jul 18, 2012

Sweet, Forbidden Airs and Subtle Poisons

It was the day of my ritual humiliation. The High Priests sang through their noses, enumerating my crimes.
“You are cast out,” whispered the Pontifex. “Only the Path of Loud Noises and Bright Colors lies open to you.”
“Lovely,” I said. I dropped the earplugs and blindfold on the floor.

Priest
by Feline Zegers


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