Pool of Tears/Mary Christof, Queen of Hearts
"...full of grace, hallowed be thy name...thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us all our trespasses, and lead us not into temptation...but deliver us from evil most. Amen."
I buried him out in the yard, somewhere where he'd be...at some sort of peace with himself, giving a short, heartfelt little encomium--several of them and a remorseful kiss for Prince Ierienna (which had me land like a cat), before running out into the countryside, Kill Bill style--because Kill Bill getaways rocked if they were executed correctly...
But I wasn't trying to kill anyone, really. I was trying, truly trying, to find repentance for...well, everything up to this point before I inevitably died.
Quite a passionate problem, because my brain was screwed up. Perhaps my emotions were screwed, too.
But I tried, right? That's all that mattered. You lived to tell your children, and your children's children, so no one would make the same shitty mistakes you did.
Hadassah, I hope you don't turn out like me. Be the leader your namesake was, follow the light of God.
Because hell is a VERY scary place to be...digging out of it is scarier. Much, much scarier.
My jaw was suddenly killing me, as much water I slathered on its burning flesh, it burnt like Sodom and Gomorrah and wouldn't stop until I'd slaked its strange occurrence and apologized in my long blue pinafore, black headband, and solid black Mary Janes. I wasn't in tears quite yet--but for mercy's sake I was indeed remorseful, by all worldly means!
"Oh, okay. So she punched me. Nice. Just what I needed, ya know? Swift hit, nice going me. Punched by a smooth sweetheart. Okay, I deserved that...I'm sorry...blindsighted. Horribly...please, forgive me? I didn't mean it...really, I didn't. Caught up in the moment, is all...I'd been a bad girl, then. How can I make it up to you, Mary? I'll do anything to quell the incessant burning...please...I'll tell you a tale, if you like. One of whimsy and thrill...of royalty and-- and peasantry. And...and...and...chocolate and wine!"
That story, dearest readers, is for another time and place.
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