Confessions

somewhat a horror I experimented with. Involving a bit of western defined religion and the sort. Wondering if I should expand.

Mass closes and the ritual has been completed. I can still feel it bearing down on me. 

There is no escape. 

My hands are interlinked and I look to the cross for my Father. I am on my knees

He is risen. He beams. 

Nothing escapes him. Except my thoughts of betraying him. 

I get up to take my leave. My brother intercepts and speaks but I hear nothing. 

Screams and breaking bones crowd my ears. 

His gaze speaks to me: reveal revival Rejoice!

However, my eyes are black.   

At the doors I come across my sister. She speaks of confessing. Confessing. There is something to confess. Today my Father has time to listen. I should share myself. How nice. 

I follow her, she leads me to a small mahogany room. A stranger sits facing a small opening in the wall. I wait. They leave and I assume their previous position. I only hear heavy breathing which I cannot determine is me or the person behind me or the person behind the wall. It smells of mahogany. I begin, at first slowly then rapidly then slowly again. I feel his presence as if he’s next to me. I can feel Mary, I can make out her scent. I am close to my father. My eyes flutter and fill, my voice cracks. It bears down on me but I repent. I'm cleansed. The light fills where questions once lingered. No more thoughts, just light. I wonder if I have been sacredly violated. By the hand of the Father. A ritualistic lobotomy. I can hear them singing now, songs that hypnotize and lull. The same music I listen to as I slowly devour my brothers and sisters. Is it peaceful or sadistic? Who cares? Father and Lucifer live in the same book after all. 

Blessed be his name.