Birthing Destiny

She hadn’t bitten her nails in months. But today her fingers were raw and red from where she had been gnawing at them all day. Blood red nail polish now chipped and cracked, the aftermath strewn across her desk, reminded her of a war scene. And she had to stifle a bitter laugh at the…

I Am Dynamite

Unbridled capability in a minuscule capacity… The epitome of its entirety, defines me. See, from the outside, I appear to be Nothing but thrift store packaging; Devoid of notation, or any indication Of what is contained in my inner location Except the unexpected instruction Stamped in blood red crucifixion Handle with… Christ. I am dynamite,…