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Thursday Nights

from Heretic by Mona Clay

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Thursday night is starting to feel a lot like everyday and I don't pray like how I say I will but God doesn't feel pain. My migraines are my gain but that's such a goddamn cliche thing to say. I'm not scared you know, I just get a little frightened. What the fuck? I'm full of bad blood and his scythe is sharpened. My garments are stained with bad wine but she says it's charming. What about the nicotine that's killing me? Who are we? (Who am I?) My bare feet kick cows' hides and birds' bones let them fly. Sometimes I can't lie so most times I just try to steer clear from your eyes because my eyes get watery. Listen to me when i say I swear I wasn't crying. Don't listen to me when I say that I think we're dying because I think I've had a bit too much of this alcohol inside me. I'll be fine because I planned this out, I flipped a dime and decided that the only time I'll drink this wine is on these Thursday nights.

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from Heretic, released March 27, 2014

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