Invisible Women

Women & the Sky 5

The woman down the hall, she’s a crazy old loon. She’s not to be trusted. The old crone is the devil, we swear. We’ve never seen anyone so wretched, just for the sake of being wretched. She twists our ears to watch our eyes swell with salty tears, to watch our eyes clench shut for the stinging, to see our noses begin to drip, and she doesn’t stop until our mouths are filled to the brim with snot, and even then, she makes us swallow it in one gulp before she releases us, and we hate her. We’ve never hated anyone so much in our lives.

And yesterday, you won’t even believe this, yesterday, that old bitch down the hall pinched a cloud from the sky and crumpled it into the smallest ball, and that old witch down the hall punched us square in the jaw so hard that our faces broke, and that old woman laughed and laughed.

It was then that we decided that she had to die, that we can’t stand even one more moment of her alive.

So we killed her.