Eden Parish

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I always wondered what I looked like after Salem went missing. They say my eyes are misty gray and if the light hits me at an angle, they disappear. The scars around my lids come in a wave of bruised blues and purples. It's a permanent reminder of the sins I now confess to you on my knees. I didn't come here to ask for forgiveness or strength. I've come to apologize for what I'm about to do.

Close the gates to your Heaven and revoke my spot beside you, Father. Because in my sleep I saw the Devil and he looked a lot like me.