Gods of Guitar Strings

Mike was a brethren of the fair and the fandom of AC/DC … to him they were gods who told their holy truths in lyrics and the gift of the guitar strings. They were gods to him and yet he found himself there somehow standing in the middle of the aisle, soaking wet, staring at the dying man nailed to the cross.

The broken man’s eyes were now half massed as his hair blinded him with its wetness and yet he stood still unable to look away from the other ‘god’. Mike’s fragile human form shivered and shook from his long run in the rain … he had been running not from a stranger, cops, nor any physical being: he had in fact been running from the truth. He had been looking for a place so deep and so dark that he could hide from his very own mind … and yet he found himself here in the shrine of this other ‘god’.

Had the other god drawn him here to mock him for his false religion?

Mike glared that the dying remembrance of a man and fell to his knees drenching the red carpet so that he seemed to be bleeding. Perhaps it was merely a reflection of his soul pouring its way into the real word … a soul bleeding into the carpet.

She had seemed so happy, so joyous … she always listened to his praising of his gods and listened to his gods spirituals lyrics, yet she had left herself and him in a soft sleeping fashion. Was she not happy with their ‘gods’? Did they not give her a spiritual bliss of forever-ness?

Did that mean he was not happy as well?

Mike pulled at his shoulders and buried his head into his chest. His ‘gods’ no longer held any hope. Their words were dead and emotionless like a leaf falling to the ground and being drowned in a puddle. He felt no want to pray anymore … so did that mean he no longer had a soul?

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If anyone so happened to read my poem from week four called ‘His God of Guitar Strings’ this little insert was the creative free writing for it for my creative English class 283/u035. Yah, I wrote a shot story while everyone else wrote down development ideas … what can I say? I was struck. Also this is on my blog wandasbrainmeltdown in case anyone thinks I stole this.