My name wasn’t always Mary. A Biblical name, the cross that we bear that is entwined with that female epithet, the feminine sanguinity that spills with every moon’s phase. It was gifted to me. I don’t know where it begins. It always was. I’m unsure of my real name. So many years have passed, and…

“I wish I knew what that was. I mean, work is work, but I don’t feel fulfilled. What about you?” he asked. “What about me?” I replied. “What do you want to do with your life?” I jerked my head back like I had been electrocuted. “I don’t know.” He smiled at me. “Nah girl,…

Finally. Lunch. I could unwind for 60 minutes away from the madness and try to get back to square one before I would have to go back for another three hours and do it all again. What am I doing with my life? Why did I accept this job? Oh that’s right, because I’ve got…

“What a pretty balloon,” remarked the lady. I looked up. It was a plain latex balloon, purple, tied off with two strings, weighed down by yellow, heart-shaped weights. “Is it yours?” she asked. I shrugged. “I don’t know.” “Well, you should take it,” she said. “It suits you.” I shook my head. Wherever I was…

I created their world seven days ago. Now, I will have to wait to hear from anyone. You don’t get honesty from a girl like me every day. Unlike some deities, I’m not selfish. Throughout my life, I have been taught to share what I have with others in our sick, sad world. The ultimate…