Scatter Brained.

I was running through the darkest tunnel. I ran over train tracks. My head hit the glass. I feel it's presence on my shoulders. Clawing at my back. Then I hit the rocks and dirt. My feet are sore, slits across my back. I turned to the fork in my path, my right, my left, I took both turns. I lost it tracking my heels. I came to the end. I hit the sunshine. Then the creature began to scream. Burned by my hatred and undying faith, it fell to pieces. The cuts in my back and neck began to heal, the rocks lodged in my palms fell, and the last drop of perspiration fell from my cheek. Then I slipped from your grasp, and held on to your fingers. I could hear them screaming. They sang into my veins. I felt my hands begin to slip from your fingers. I felt them pulling on my limbs. I cried out in your name,

"Father, This is not my time. I cry for Beulah! No longer forsaken, no longer desolate. I cry for Beulah."

Then I fell from the sun and Your hand. I fell and never hit ground.

"It's not a book, it's a fucking weapon!"

I listened to your screaming, and your denial. I CANNOT face these "facts".