Holy Forrest by Mike Epifani

I was pinned and pricked in my shuffle step, large hats with sharp accoutrements like tree branches of a brambled backwood.

The colors were vibrant; the swoop of light’s spectrum vomited on the heads of the blindly faithful, the willing horde.

No place to sit.

As I exited the other end of the laying tree, I decided to exit altogether, deterred by the chin high garden.

My quest for faith continues.

© 2013 Mike Epifani

Mike Epifani is a Syracuse, NY native that graduated from Columbia College and currently lives in Chicago. He has a blog and other published work, all of which can be found on his website: www.mikeepifani.com

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