In the Light of Evidence

let me out whatever you do just let me go. But the thoughts the feelings left that human failure. Justice for me is no more. I am letting go, as if the whole thing is a show. Let me go. Just let me go. I am sorry for what I did I did not mean to be good.

"A daughter of mine good are you a fool? I will disinherit you."

"All the world are making money before they are twenty and you are not a dime not a cent. Not married in a mistress position not even making me an allowance."

"All the rich come and not part with a cent are you a fool. I will have you murdered."

For whatever reason I was good I am sorry. So very sorry there was nothing else to be done. I was good and thought of others and now I am no more going to be good. I will never be that. I cannot smile I cannot do anything but walk dully in the twilight. I am so sorry.

In this day and age that is what you need to do be bad. It is actually very nasty to be bad but goodness are the foolish as we walk the path of the new religion that is what you have to be bad.

People are surely nothing but bad?

"They steal murder and then kick one out of the homes they used to live in. Now daughter of Satan sit and relax as this is the seat of the seated and there is nothing else to seek but to behave bad.

I was amazed.

"How many do I kill?"

"As many as you can get away with."

I do nothing but accept that there is no end in sight in life but to thankfully accept that there is this life and in the jug I gave up the sightless eyes startled staring there is no more.

I am being molested my molestation is sure fine and then I did nothing more to say no more but then to ask something bad not to happen.

Look people die and then they are buried.

When one is abused, they come and never leave making sure they feed on the flesh you have. They pick and pickled pink continue unable to contain their enjoyment. This is the jug that kept all us in.

Not many know what it is to be abused and as if they do not care they seek answers to quests and desires. Their desires are not the same as mine. I am a frugal woman without a debt of honour to her name. I have no money and my means are mean.

I am stranded inside this novel, and I am not able to escape until I am able to discover the reason what did happen. As I began the novels in the middle there is now this huge output what did happen. Before the novels begin?

I am nothing to many people but a means to an end they say whatever they do there is nothing inside they want and they ask to seek themselves elsewhere.

Their pleasures are the reason I am now mute. I am mute because I did not enjoy life as I should.

The vamps come in uninvited and make nonsense of my newfound freedom. Abdul dad lost his visitation rights. He did not dare ask things inside the hotel the hole I found myself in. The thought was he did not care. He just did not. There was not much to care about he said.

Vampires statement make they do not care for the life of mine. I do not have enough blood in me and so there was nothing else but to think me insane.

I did not ask to be bold and timid at the same time.

I am going to be diagnosed with something as if the whole body of me is seeking the answers to the quest. I tepidly drink myself silly then forget the thought I feel tired. Too tired to think about the stuff masking me and my feelings.

I am this and that woman I have tried much thought and failure to communicate made me sad. My sadness makes me alert to this that there was not much left inside me but to make me thank God that I am never going to be allowed in. The cage made me matter less.

I see society has lost.

Look what does it matter to me when the world thinks me not sane. I am this worn-out abused woman and then they come and say I am this terrible fool who sponged on them.

I did not pay them for staying inside their house and their home no longer welcome. I was this extra and that means I do not thank them. Many times, they come as if without a spraying can to make a mark.

"You just do the food and that makes you a fool, and nothing more do some more food you have done little we are not stuffed enough."

And because it was just such a witty remark, they smile at each other and the kids who were becoming engrossed just enjoyed it all. The thing to do was how to make criminal behaviour legal is to make it a joke.

"And don't bang the pots it gets on Mummy's nerves."

I just smile and then think how many years to go. How many more before I can quit but the thing was no remuneration and I had nowhere but here to come to. I had been homeless and I had been in incarcerated. I had been everything but now nothing. I just had to sit this one out.

I am at that point in my 50th year and that made me inconvenient. Servitude and what else?

Just until the last dance then served the food made the table as laden as possible did the washing up.

Mother Zeks started to complain, " I do not like chicken."

""Just have a breast Mother." said B.

"Do you think it is clean?"

"Yes, it is." I say.

"Did you bleach it?"

"Mother?" I ask.

"I always bleach when I cooked the chicken that is."

Both the girls smile as if the whole thing is a joke. I think no more. I feel nothing but some stirring of something from far away. When I was something someone.