She held the stars in her hand one day, and the next they were ash.

It’s popular to tell children that god is watching over them. That they are safe as long as they do their daily rites and attend church every week. It’s popular to tell children when to wipe their asses and when to wash their hands. It’s popular to control a child’s life.

She looked at the ash, tears falling.

It’s a belief that god only looks out for those who are righteous. It’s a belief that god only grants passage to heaven to those that have done no wrong. It’s a belief that hell will swallow sinners.

From the tears rose figures, she watched in awe.

It’s a lie that those who do good will only have good done unto them. It’s a lie that those who slaughter for the sake of their god are holy. It’s a lie that those that seek peace ever find it.

The figures became heroes that led the people.

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There’s a system in all things, good and evil. There’s a system to the way blood flows through the heart and out the wounds. There’s a system that states the rules of the world, that overrides every child’s imagination.

She watched her creations with joy, knowing stars lived in every one of them.

Maybe there’s peace in chaos, a kind of subtle mindlessness that comes when your whole focus is on survival. Maybe the peace that every ties to uphold is heresy, traitorous, against what god wanted.

She loved them, even when they turned their swords against her,

Isn’t it weird what we do for others? Some we won’t give the time of day. Some we call trash and spit on their faces. Some we tell to kill themselves, that the world is better off without them. Some we hug. Some we kiss and tell them we love them. Some we treasure above ourselves. Some we put down our lives for.

“God”.