A Woman I Know

I know a Woman who was married to her Job.

She was having an affair with Society.

Each day she fooled Job and Society into believing that her alliance was unequivocally, unquestionably, moral and authentic.

Each Entity trusted her implicitly.

Job was her only loyalty.

Society was her only lover.

And then?

The Earth collapsed around the Woman.

Society looked on with morbid fascination at the horror and destruction. Around-the-clock coverage of the Woman’s predicament was broadcast.

Job threw her a rope, provided food, water, and a promise. The Woman would be rescued.

Following the rescue, Job evaluated the Woman’s capacity to perform her essential role. Capacity was lacking, however, Society painted Job as Her hero. Victory was proclaimed to the clamoring masses.

Society and Job shook hands and moved away from the collapsed devastation: Woman.

Around-the-clock-coverage stopped. The World no longer cared.

Around-the-clock surveillance began. The Woman’s soul was bared.

The Woman, destroyed and betrayed by her pitiable dalliances, caught a glimpse of Light at last.

Without Job or Society, Woman found the spark of Self and Sanity:

a woman I know.

Author: Jana Horton

I write to soothe my soul. I empty my words onto napkins, scraps of paper, receipts... anything really. When I was very young my mom told me to stop writing on my hand. I never did. I write on it to this day. I’ve lost so many scraps of Self on soggy napkins; I’ve yet to lose my hand. The words I scribble there may wash off, but since they are inscribed in my soul, once they are released, from heart to hand, I am allowed to let them go.

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