Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Thorns (Flash Fiction)

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FLASH FICTION PROMPT

Thorns.

They blister, they burn, they tear.

I hurt.

Bleed me, break me, tear me.

You hurt.

Piercing the skin, stinging the soul. I am left with nothing, but an empty, ugly hole.

These torns in my side, are nothing.

The scars I bear are nothing.

For on His head, He wore them--in a crown of plain mockery. They meant for it to hurt. For His sake, His pain, and His blood. I am purchased, redeemed and loved.

(c) Sara Harricharan

1 comments:

Joanne Sher said...

Amen AND Amen. Just beautiful.. WOWOW