The Second Act

I let the sunlight in. This cleans. This means freshness and nothing stagnant. The sun gets in, helps us all I think as I unlock the upper lock of these dual pane windows. I told the youngest “it’s to keep vampires out!” with a grin and a wink, but really, it’s to keep killers out. Didn’t JonBenet sleep on the second floor? my intrusive thoughts win this debate and the ritual has stayed.

I feel my body being ripped apart. The bony, gnarled fingers of the lower-level demons sent to torture me dig in and try try try to pull my hips apart. I get wobbly. All potential side effects with the newest dose increase.

I look in the mirror. I might hate my body the least I ever have. At 40? At 40. Which could be the lies I’ve decided to buy. Feminine. Powerful. Holy. Strong. Womanly. Divine.

I pay the subscription fee.