BHS Inkwell 2017-2018

Allyson Bateman

The Void

By Sebastian Kocz

I remember the first time I opened my eyes while praying in a church service. I had expected to see holy energies coursing through the air, bouncing off the walls of the sanctuary, or something else equally as sensational. Why else would everyone tell you to close your eyes, if not to keep you from knowing the secrets that lay behind the monologues that everyone folds their hands to? So one day, squished in a pew with the rest of my close-eyed and silent family, I decided that I was going to discover what the they were covering up. I opened my eyes. And the entire world was sucked up through my pupils, leaving a void. I stood there, alone in the dark. After looking to make sure no one else was around, I indulged myself in a quiet chuckle.

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