This post is a response to the weekly writing challenge from Trifecta. Not only is this a challenge, it’s a competition. One that comes with the rewards of triumph, increased feelings of self satisfaction and having your wondrous words featured on Trifecta. Join in and be judged, you know you have the words to kick some literary bootay.
This week’s word: Weep
Jesus wept. Or so say those in the know.
I add my assent to the crowd. Hell yeah, he did. Human flesh can’t tell whose DNA it holds.
Skin and tissue, abased and abjected without consent. His wounds, foul and unattended, weep like any others. As does he when confronted with the reality of not being truly known by those pledging him fealty.
So, yeah. Hell yeah. He did. As if there could be any doubt.