Lust

Lust is something I'm sure everyone experiences in one form or another. This is a story/poem about how Jesus has set me free.

 

 

An assassin walks among my people. I feel her presence, cold, like a winter snow. The stars look down from a frozen sky, watching as I follow the prints in the snow. I’ve lost my mind following an assassin at night. I know what will happen. She’s down the alley and around the corner. She’s waiting for me. My feet press forward, guided by strange passion. This passion is like love, only covered in a frost. It’s lust. I’ve followed her prints halfway down the alley. I regain my mind only for a moment. Just long enough to regret what I’m going to do, long enough to hate myself. And in that moment I feel more fear than I can handle. She draws a small knife. My name is engraved on the blade. I press forward, giving my mind over to the frosted emotion, to my lust. I must see her face. I loose my mind and break into a panicked run scared I’ll die before I see her face. A face engraved with cold beauty and death. I’m going to die. There is a man standing at the end of the alley. Why didn’t I see him before? It doesn’t matter I need only turn the corner now. He speaks to me. I stop, I must stop. He tells me I’m free. I regained my mind. He has given me the strength to walk away. Who is this man? Who is my savior? Who is my deliverer?

Author's Note

On a side note I'm wondering if you think this is a story or a poem.
I wrote a similar poem/story called Temptation, if you liked this you might want to check it out.

Reviews

[Sean Allen]

Very interesting writing as is "Temptation" you seem to have mastered the art of short sentences well!