The Scattered Bones

by Nicole Scarano

“I am blasphemy.” “No, my child. You are a survivor.”

Varas may be the god I’ve pledged to, but you’re who I want to swear my future to. You’re the altar I pray at, the deity I worship, and I would sacrifice my life for you,

“Goddess,” he growled as he stepped between my legs, nudging them wider with his knees. “For that’s what you are,” he continued, his eyes devouring me. “There’s nothing on this earth or in the heavens as perfect as you. Your beauty is unmatched, and it’s mine. Say it, Sellah. Tell me you’re mine.” “I always have been,” I whispered.

“I will love you until I am nothing but dust, and even then, I’ll still love you.”

Hope is dangerous when left to fester.