My toes curl as I hear her scream. Her skin developing beneath my nails, her rouge lips covered in misapprehension, stupefied by my entrails of fear. Her optimistic nature, cut down by me. I bottled up my crude feelings of theistic hopefulness, or as she says, “imagination.” Her heart pumps crimson tide through her pulmonary artery. A stunning thing - the heart, so tranquil in real life, almost hypnotizing. I adorned her skin over her head – like a fleshy veil concealing her whorish cries of agony. I cannot help myself – I pull back the skin draped feverishly upon her and look angelically into her eyes as she writhes in pain.
Startled by a knock on the door, I look up to the calendar; Ash Wednesday. Then I shove her dildo down her throat to conceal her hate. I walk methodically and turn the rusted door knob counterclockwise, looking down at her, my daughter. Stunning as I remember, grown, not wilted like my wife was towards the end of her life.
“Hey Daddy, how’ve you been? Are you ready for Church?”
I turn around and grab my pea coat off of the 1950’s looking coat rack, which I purchased after Delilah passed; a once blossomed messenger of purity.
Penny opens her tarnished car door, which squeals like the young lady in my basement was doing. While sitting in her imported hunk of junk, my mind wanders to create vivid images, which were painted in stark detail within my brain. My back crunches against the recoil of the spring loaded car seat, which instantly kills the mood. We pull into the parking lot, which was covered in snow. White, serenading splendor, which was peaceful, then it was ruined by the sounds of scraping steel as the plow trundles through. The plow wiped away the empty canvas that I was about to paint upon.
We walk up to the cathedral. The steps towards the gates get harder to step upon with every stride, as the sin of the young lady in my basement overcomes my body. I’m holding her sin, so I can release it to the lord and save her soul. My hands clammy, frigid and rigid make the sign of the cross as I enter the lord’s domain. As I kneel, I pray to relieve the sin from the young lady in my basement. Penny clutches my hands within hers and whispers in my ear,
“I will pray for her too Daddy.”
I reply with a chalice drenched grin.