Exodus 20:3

by Freydís Moon

Faith was prescriptive, a placebo. Something brandished like a weapon in one breath and offered like a blanket in the next.

Something new and impatient yawned inside him, akin to desire, abrasive and unhinged. His bones were like busted pipes, hunger gushing through his fractured skeleton. He swallowed hot saliva as Ariel knelt before him, carefully removing the rosary from his neck.

“Well, you have a…” He paused to clear his throat. “I was going to say beautiful, but I don’t know if that’s the right word.” Heat unfurled behind Diego’s sternum. “A beautiful what?” “Body. I like what you’ve done with it.”

He felt seen again. As if Ariel had yanked back his ribs and peeked inside.

dghjjfdhkk that’s what they all say

“I could worship you,” Ariel whispered raggedly. “I would let you,” Diego said. “Stay with me. Stay, little coyote,” he said, breathing hard. “You’ll be safe.” Diego surged forward and sealed their mouths together. “Because you’ll keep me.” He quite liked the idea of being kept. “Because you’re mine,” Ariel rumbled.

god. i just…