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Angel Of Death

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Angel Of Death
A corrupted childhood contaminates the present-writing purges, but just slightly...*Caution, could be considered graphic*
[706 words]
Monica L Sprague
46 year old wife and mother who is trying to put her past behind her.
[July 2006]
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Angel Of Death
Monica L Sprague

I get this raging storm, mostly late at night and I don' know what to do with the feelings. I wanna just run away, escape, get away. Cutting works when I can't get away from the feelings. It helps ease the storm, the feelings subside, I�m not overwhelmed. Exactly when I feel the relief? That would be ... not at the first sight of blood because that's not enough blood. It has to be when it drips and pools; when the puddle forms. That's when I feel relief. The blood is how I�m cleansed. Did I not never tell you that story? I thought I did.

It was when we would go to the hospitals or the old folk�s homes; it was because I was the angel of death. We would go like to the hospital, I was little-like seven or eight, and he'd check to see which old people were near to death and hadn't had no family come in. Then we'd go up to the room. We'd wait, if they were 'lert enough we'd talk to 'em. Mostly they weren't though, 'lert enough I mean. We'd sit and wait. I could always tell when they're close to the last breath. There was a smell 'bout them. That's when I was to climb on top of 'em and wait for the death rattle, for that last expulsion of breath, to take them into me. That's when I�d have to put my face close, so close that I was almost touchin' 'em. I'd wait until the death rattle, until the last breath. Then I�d put my mouth on theirs and take that last breath into me. I always felt so ... bad. I didn' know it then, what contamination was, but now I do. I felt contaminated by 'em. They weren't of the church. They weren't of any church. They were people who were bitter. Angry ol' people who had driven away anybody who'd ever cared 'bout them long before they got so sick. They were evil. I took 'em in. I was evil. I know I told you at least some of this before.

After that, we'd go to the church. god would be there waitin' for me. He'd be ready, with the lamb, to cleanse me, to purify my soul. They never had to tell me by this time, by the time I was seven or eight, I just knew what to do, what was expected. I climbed into the vat under the altar and I waited, my hands over my ears, my eyes shut so tightly that white fire light burned behind my lids. I didn' never like this part. I hated to hear the bleatin' of the sacrificial lamb. I waited like that, small and alone. Then, when I felt the warm blood drip down 'pon me, only then would I uncover my ears and open my eyes. god would then undress me and wash my in the blood of the lamb. He would say words over me, the cleansing ritual. "Washed in the blood of the lamb, for the atonement of sin. You, who were clean, breathed in the sin of another. To you is the cleansing from the defilement. To you is the forgiveness of the unintentional sin of the other. For you, the blood of this lamb is poured out. I wash you clean, cleansed by the blood of the lamb�.

After he was done, I�d feel strong arms lift me from the vat but then I can't be sure what happens. I'm lost. I'm cleansed and purified and nothin' else mattered, though the remnants of death still linger--in the back of my throat I taste death, in my nostrils I smell death, in my blood I feel death. Again I wonder if sandblasting would be cleansing, I�m not sure that the blood of the lamb ever truly was. Within me is still the sin, the wickedness, the evil of the many others whose soul I took to the other side. The lost, the lonely, the weak and the aged. All still within. I just wondered if sandblasting would do a better job. I want to cut to ease the feelings, because I want to escape and flee and run away.




"Super cool story, very unique Laters" -- Matthew Mark@, USA.
"WOW...I don't know what else to say...I found this piece shocking! Guess it leaves me wondering what you were trying to say by this...or are they just random words put to paper?" -- mattie.
"jonny" -- jonny, jonny, jonny, jonny.
"jonny14" -- jonny7, jonny8, jonny10, jonny19.
"I was not impressed by this piece, although I could understand how some young readers would be. Low and behold, I see the words of approval from none other than Matthew Mark, the ultimate kiss of death, irrefutable proof that this is low quality writing. Having Matthew Mark praise your work is like having Yogi Berra doing book reviews for the Wall Street Journal. " -- Richard.


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