Death's Dance
Death looked Jesus up and down, remembering their first waltz together. Damn, that beard drip is so year 0, I'm wayyy sexier. Death flaunts his diamond ring pops and twerks passionately.
"Jesus don't have no drip compared to my fine ass" Death bragged proudly
Death didn’t expect it but Jesus heard every single word, upset Jesus ran into the high school changing rooms and began to sob, little did death know, Jesus had always been wanted a piece of his bony ass, ever since their first encounter on the cross Jesus has been pining for deaths skeletal fingers to caress his body. Having death insult his beard was the last straw when it came to Jesus’ one way relationship but with a push death pushes open the door into the changing room and stares blankly into Jesus’ face, his face unblinking - because he had no eyes -
‘ im sorry kitty kat, you deserve more ‘ whispered death
‘ I don’t want more… I want you ‘ said Jesus with a face covered in salty tears.
A long and bony finger reached out to caress Jesus' cheek, wipiing away a glimmering tear. Placing it upon their own skeletal jaw Death whispered, then kindly recieve me if you will."
Reaching beneath their robes they pulled out a femur and prodded jesus.
"What's that for!?"
"it sounded like you were asking to get boned"