COVENANT

I cut my palm open as a child to mock movies that make it seem so easy…and it was. I did it with dull scissors that couldn’t cut a straight line through paper. And it burned worse than breaking any other skin, filling my white palm like a fountain. I drank it because that meant no harm, no foul as a child. But even then, I knew of covenants; men without God stood a chance with them. Had I known the trials of life, I would have smeared the blood on my bible. I drank it.