She Hates

She Hates Her eyes sink back into her head. Her left eye crosses her right and the hate pierces like the sun’s rays on a hot summer day. She calls herself a Christian because it makes her feel safe. She believes that Church is a tangible thing of brick and mortar with a temple and a bell that rings at noon every Sunday. She believes the Anti-Christ is identifiable like another human being. Sadly, like most that call themselves Christians, she is not safe.