Godless. Faithless. Flawless.
She came up for air.
Armed with no belief
no feeling.
only His word.
She came up for air
out from under the piles
of off-white coats,
dead children, dead smiles
tearing through the inconsequence.
hearing everything burn.
She looked up. and put the gun
to her pretty head of problems;
the machine putting feeling into the corners of her mouth.
"You can't hide from me."
Giggled a bit.
SHOT
and killed God.
