Like heroin

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


What would you compare religion to?

Submitted: August 13, 2018

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I lay on the floor in the beam of morning light, ignorant of the cars, the people, the birds chirping. Somewhere Caroline kneeled with her cult to an absent entity and she too would feel a warmth circulate through her veins so addicting she’d stack her apartment full of books that fabricated that feeling any moment she desired; so addicting she’d drive forty-five minutes across town every Sunday and Wednesday for her hour-long fix. When thoughts of her son invaded her mind, her psalms injected a warm forgetfulness, the thing she mistook for holy forgiveness, and when thoughts of her late husband, of her childhood, of her sister ravaged her soul, her faith lit the lighter underneath the spoon and tied the tourniquet around her arm.


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