God

I want to be a god

As she prays she

Cries and she whispers “ why did the gods die, the immortal…” and something I can’t quite hear, it’s too quiet, it feels feathery soft

I know what she says cuts deep like a knife thought

I don’t know what she is saying

There were never any gods for her

She didn’t believe in that, to the dismay of her parents

I am in outer space

Floating

Floating

w

h

e

r

e

Have I gone?

I don’t think I can move

It doesn’t worry me

EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE

I know I am lying, but I’m too tired to care

I want to be a god

Just to control something for once in my life

The bitter traces of death still on my tongue

If only I could stop it

She lifts her

Self up

She is so delicate, so fragile

She is silk

Flowing, sweeping

She wonders how long I have been here

She sounds mad, not at me, but maybe at the gods

If I were a god, no one shall anger me

Now I remember an old story about a girl who

Became a god

I saw a drawing of her once

She looked so pretty

I wish I was

Like her

A crown upon my head