A Mutual Break-Up Story

by Liam Pieper

It happened after the crucifixion. We walked down by the lake, eating ice-creams and holding hands, away from the crowds. Then we skimmed stones and watched the sun go down behind the man on the cross whose skin was blistered and bubbling, shredded from the bolder scavengers ripping bits off, and the crowd were getting bored with jeering and started to throw rocks, and although neither of us said it we were both thinking, 'That's our love up on that cross, eh?'

This poem is taken from Total Cardboard issue 6, and remains under copyright. For more information see www.totalcardboard.com