Never Forgiven
Never moving from his spot.
The glow of the computer screen lit his face.
Silence.
Never moving from his spot.
He twiddled his fingers, working. Nimble fingers. Working fingers. Bruised, battered, bleeding fingers.
His eyes never closed. Open doorways with no doors.
Never going out. Never going in.
Never moving from his spot.
Bad things happen said the faceless boy.
Bad things happen...
Oh Lord, do not rebuke me in Your wrath, nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure!
Never moving. Never being hurt again.
Fingers bleeding, bleeding, bleeding on the keyboard, never stopping.
For Your arrows pierce me deeply, and Your hand presses me down.
A sliver of hallway light fell on his face.
Never blinking.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your anger, nor any health in my bones because of my sin.
Ken said a voice.
Never looking at his mother.
Would you like something to eat?
For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
Steaming white stuff in front of his face, in his way.
He knocked it over, never looking at her shocked face.
Another figure, another voice, then the one from earlier, and then the new one, loud.
Ken!!
My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
Being pulled. Outward, inward, back and forth.
The mother, the father, the son, the computer...
Nothing There
Prologue
~~~
This may seem like some type of strange poem with proverbs from the bible, and it is. This is the present. Next chapter, we will get into more of what has been happening to Ken-sempei since his Kaizer days.
Before, my dear friend Ko-chan from school read this, and told me what she thought it was about. What she said seemed a lot simpler, for my mind, so I have pretty much changed the outline for this story, but I like it better than what I was going to do.
You do not have to review... yet, but it would seem nice if you would be so kind as to do so. But please, if you have nothing to say but means things to me about the way I handle my wording while I write short poems and whatnot, I don't want to listen. Banzai.
~OniHime
Never moving from his spot.
The glow of the computer screen lit his face.
Silence.
Never moving from his spot.
He twiddled his fingers, working. Nimble fingers. Working fingers. Bruised, battered, bleeding fingers.
His eyes never closed. Open doorways with no doors.
Never going out. Never going in.
Never moving from his spot.
Bad things happen said the faceless boy.
Bad things happen...
Oh Lord, do not rebuke me in Your wrath, nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure!
Never moving. Never being hurt again.
Fingers bleeding, bleeding, bleeding on the keyboard, never stopping.
For Your arrows pierce me deeply, and Your hand presses me down.
A sliver of hallway light fell on his face.
Never blinking.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your anger, nor any health in my bones because of my sin.
Ken said a voice.
Never looking at his mother.
Would you like something to eat?
For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
Steaming white stuff in front of his face, in his way.
He knocked it over, never looking at her shocked face.
Another figure, another voice, then the one from earlier, and then the new one, loud.
Ken!!
My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
Being pulled. Outward, inward, back and forth.
The mother, the father, the son, the computer...
Nothing There
Prologue
~~~
This may seem like some type of strange poem with proverbs from the bible, and it is. This is the present. Next chapter, we will get into more of what has been happening to Ken-sempei since his Kaizer days.
Before, my dear friend Ko-chan from school read this, and told me what she thought it was about. What she said seemed a lot simpler, for my mind, so I have pretty much changed the outline for this story, but I like it better than what I was going to do.
You do not have to review... yet, but it would seem nice if you would be so kind as to do so. But please, if you have nothing to say but means things to me about the way I handle my wording while I write short poems and whatnot, I don't want to listen. Banzai.
~OniHime
