Under A Cloud

My life will be short. Everyone's is. We just don't accept it, until death crooks an insistent finger. I was a good Catholic girl, always. Straight home from school, homework done, teeth brushed twice, in bed at eight. Unquestioning, unbending in my obedience.
The All American Girl, lined up for a Valium-cushioned suburban dream.
But a monster raped my sister, she is dead inside.
I have tracked him for months; the patience of a saint.
Sorry God, fuck you.