EGO by Emma Berg

i talked to god on the edge of a cliff. at the canyon’s bottom was a beautiful river. “L’APPELDUVIDE!” i cried out to him. “this is everything you wish to be,” he responded.   i saw god in the spaces between her teeth. he smiled mockingly, tantalizingly, daring me to pull the trigger. fulminating lips, vehement a deafening flash. he was brilliant and gone in a second.   i felt god while laying hands on myself. vengeful, wrathful, omnipotent, everpresent. amour de soi, or amour-propre? the pursuit of perfectionism. succeed, or die trying.   i smelled god on my...

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