All the Sinners Bleed

by S.A. Cosby

“The South doesn’t change. You can try to hide the past, but it comes back in ways worse than the way it was before. Terrible ways.”

Structure became his religion. Discipline was his crucifix against chaos.

No one knows the hidden rivers of a man’s spirit like his mama.

Sometimes grief is love unexpressed. Other times it’s regret made flesh.

“Evil is rarely complicated. It’s just fucking bold.”

“God loves the believer and the nonbeliever all the same.” Yeah, but I don’t love him back. I left that abusive relationship a long time ago, Titus thought.

The night his mother had finally, mercifully died was when the blinders had come off for Titus. He still loved the man, but it was in those painful moments that he realized adults didn’t really know more than kids. That everyone was making it up as they went along and religion was just another crutch, like liquor or weed.

Humility is not thinking less of yourself. It’s thinking of yourself less,’”

It occurred to him no place was more confused by its past or more terrified of the future than the South.