Canonized in Blood

A Powers
I cut a man's hand off and, when he did not cry out,
poured sulfur into the wound for good measure.
His lip trembled like that of a child,
but I am impatient and wanted him to relent.
So I put out his eyes with an iron, sooting them out
and spitting into his face to humiliate him.
Then I said to him, commandingly, this is you, old man, a blind and a cripple.
Your heresy has rotted your tongue, I said.
You're dead, I said, and I am the devil. I want my dues.
But he just sat there, sloshing around in himself and reeking of flowers.

Published by A Powers

FIND WHAT YOU WANT ON MY ORGANIZED WEBSITE http://awriterpowers.yolasite.com/ A. Powers is an English major and longtime freelance writer. She enjoys sharing her experiences with crafts, films and other...  View profile

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