Chapter 2: Wolfwood's Prayer
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Rating: PG-13
Forgive me father, for I have sinned. Last night I indulged
in pleasures. That alone is not a problem, for personally I don't believe priests
should be celibate, and frequently bed anything that will stay still long
enough.
I took something that wasn't mine.
I stole his heart.
I'm a priest, father, I cant carry too much baggage. I couldn't
bear to see his face when I woke up, my mind was whirling from ecstatic memories.
So confused, I left, never to return.
But now I want him. A hungry, angry, wanton want, like the
air I breathe, I want him, a primeval lust to feel needed, there to stop humans
from jumping off cliffs. But I also feel guilty and unhappy, like someone's cut
off a limb. I need him to exist, father, that's plain and simple. Really, that's
all there is to it. I want to wake up in his arms, feel loved like all earthly
men should.
I don't know why I'm staying away. I've admitted that I love
him, and don't they say that love is the key to all locks? There is no truth to
these old sayings, or maybe they don't take account for pride. Like women often
complain, men are bastards. I am the total personification of men.
I'm sitting at a bar, trying to drown reoccurring conscious flashbacks
of our night together, drowning the signal in alcohol and a few boxes of
smokes. His face wont leave my vision, so, like a true priest, ive turned to
you, God. There is no one outside my portable confessional, no one to hear my
plight but you. He was sweet and eager, so sweet. Everything I never knew I wanted,
gone in an outburst of pride.
Forgive me my sins
Amen
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