When I had talked to my executioner he showed me spikes I would be joined to my cross with. I was disappointed when I saw them. They were large enough but the long shanks were round and smooth. I told him I had hoped for rusty square-shanked spikes and he shook his but generously said he would see what he could do.
Now I am dragging my cross up the hill. The march is much longer than when I was bound and hung crucified at the University and the hill is steeper. I struggle to pull the wood up the hill. It has weathered in the more than a year since I last rode it but with each step I draw closer to being able to polish the wood with the back of my wrists and my torso.
I have to switch shoulders that I carry it upon as he tries to shred the flesh of the shoulder he rides on. But they do not need to flog me to prod me along. I need to get to the top of the hill!!!
-Rosie
Tree
Now I am dragging my cross up the hill. The march is much longer than when I was bound and hung crucified at the University and the hill is steeper. I struggle to pull the wood up the hill. It has weathered in the more than a year since I last rode it but with each step I draw closer to being able to polish the wood with the back of my wrists and my torso.
I have to switch shoulders that I carry it upon as he tries to shred the flesh of the shoulder he rides on. But they do not need to flog me to prod me along. I need to get to the top of the hill!!!
-Rosie
Tree