“And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both the soul and body in hell.”
He swallowed another antacid,
leaned his head against his fist.
The computer waited for him, the cursor blinking
slit-eyed, like a cat.
The cigarette smoke curled around one naked ear,
the ashes a weird incense offered
to a God he would not believe in.
Fear breathed at his shoulder-
his mortgage officer
his out of control son
his dying mother.
He drew in another puff,
mopping at the sweat on his cheeks.
He read the annoying email note again:
“Hell may be a state of mind
like the Kingdom,
but mind always takes the body along
What is real?
These words are your reality right now
they are sinking
into your bones.”