tooliveDrewChained to the Cross
I couldn't face the true nature of events. Keeping the reality at bay was a struggle enough.
"Can you run through it again for me?" The profiler needled me for every detail. "One last time?"
And so instead of the truth, I told him again about the scene from the perspective of an avant-garde artist who had struggled to find meaning in my work. I told him I had been thinking of aesthetics and symmetry. I told him I wanted the eye of the viewer to be drawn from the left of the cross to the center of the priest's chest, to then linger on his stuffed mouth before moving to the right and then up the rest of his body, past where his genitals had been and to his feet, above, which I nailed with silver nine-inch spikes. The chains were to prevent the body from falling. I criss-crossed them across his center mass, making an X.
The more I focused on this alternate telling, the more my mind was freed from the positive feedback loop concerning the existence of demons.
