She was nailed onto a pedestal, a forced conduit that would forward their dreams to whom it may concern. They made pretty offerings and whispered pious prayers laced with malice, songs of praise lined with threat. Overtime the wings turned to stone. Celestial ears became deaf. They were alone again...naturally.
Even as a child I collected gossip. I hoarded nuggets for protection, currency and for power. The women dealt in it, it was their gold. Being invisible is a bonus. I stored my pickles in jars of blood.
I never wanted to leave the amniotic sac. I was content there. I had everything I needed. I knew nothing good lay outside; so I would hang on as long as I could, but the walls were getting thinner and my guardian angels were preparing to fight for my soul. In the end they lost . I died while something else was born.
Her children were an unexpected disappointment. Terrorists, vampires and at least one Fascist Dictator with a tiny mustache. She loved them knowing no one else would. The world usually found a way to destroy them, thankfully.
In the absence of God what is there to curb self interest? we blinded each other with sharp words and pointed looks. We were all right and all wrong, but there was nothing to lose and nothing to fear. I whispered rude words in an angel's ear...It cried.