Light my way
The ocean mist landed gently on my skin as I walked through a wasteland of rubbish alone; hazy orange street lights tinted the bricks walls of the back alley. The whole area was a dirty and had the pungent acidic smell of beer and urine. As I walked past a pile of old VHS tapes I noticed a small, religious children's book laying face up and open.
"He will never leave you" the page read and displayed a picture of a single child with Jesus a few feet behind him, hand gently raised in protection. In an ally of dust and stain this incongruous book was clean. I picked it up, delicately turned the page, and saw the picture of a gaping vagina ripped from a porno magazine
"He will never leave you" the page read and displayed a picture of a single child with Jesus a few feet behind him, hand gently raised in protection. In an ally of dust and stain this incongruous book was clean. I picked it up, delicately turned the page, and saw the picture of a gaping vagina ripped from a porno magazine