01-10-2008, 02:07 AM
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A lot of shit went on in the world, on a very regular basis. As a kid, Poe hadn't really understood this, and without a grand context of what could or would be, the ordeals of her youth had seemed all-consuming. There was a strange sense when looking back on her former self; a mesh of a pained understanding and a dark, patronizing humour was the best she could nail it down as, but that wasn't quite right. Whatever it was, the reflection certainly slanted her experience in later-life, she could be sure of that.
Regardless, religion was one of the remaining sore subject for the darkling girl, and its presence threw up walls around her that would normally be no more powerful than a stack of lego blocks. She preferred not to question it for fear of that teenage angst, and her steps always simply veered away from this neighborhood for that sake. But with half a bottle's wine in her and the recent breath of childish emotion, she made a point to confront the whole matter, at least in this very small, mundane way.
In the deep reaches of the night, closer to morning than evening now, the dark girl made her way across the human remains to the most glorious place of worship. And dressed half-appropriately, she might have known if she'd taken more interest in Christian customs. A whimsical white dress that cut her dark limbs and head up like floating pieces in the snowy landscape, adorned with a number of ribbons and sparkly things for entertainment value. She could have been a virgin sacrifice in another criss-crossed lifetime, obedient to a God that had given her life wrapped in too much sin to survive. There, at the foot of this God-blessed building she paused, expecting a conflicting lot. A bolt of lightning to strike her down, a beautiful white wolf to beckon her in, absolutely nothing but the whistle of wind through barren branches. It was only the latter that she received before her mind cast away the exaggerations and her body reanimated, reaching for the groaning old doors.
Regardless, religion was one of the remaining sore subject for the darkling girl, and its presence threw up walls around her that would normally be no more powerful than a stack of lego blocks. She preferred not to question it for fear of that teenage angst, and her steps always simply veered away from this neighborhood for that sake. But with half a bottle's wine in her and the recent breath of childish emotion, she made a point to confront the whole matter, at least in this very small, mundane way.
In the deep reaches of the night, closer to morning than evening now, the dark girl made her way across the human remains to the most glorious place of worship. And dressed half-appropriately, she might have known if she'd taken more interest in Christian customs. A whimsical white dress that cut her dark limbs and head up like floating pieces in the snowy landscape, adorned with a number of ribbons and sparkly things for entertainment value. She could have been a virgin sacrifice in another criss-crossed lifetime, obedient to a God that had given her life wrapped in too much sin to survive. There, at the foot of this God-blessed building she paused, expecting a conflicting lot. A bolt of lightning to strike her down, a beautiful white wolf to beckon her in, absolutely nothing but the whistle of wind through barren branches. It was only the latter that she received before her mind cast away the exaggerations and her body reanimated, reaching for the groaning old doors.