“You all hate your children!” she screams. The passersby all look at each other, stunned.
“They’re too fat to feed,” she sneers. She whirls around quickly, searching for her next victim.
“You’re on medication, taking pills to sleep,” she spits vehemently, accusing. Then she smiles, proud of herself.
“I think I’m doing just fine compared to what you’ve been doing.” She glowers, daring anyone to contradict her. Suddenly, her arm shoots out, finger extended, pointing.
“You think you’re so persuasive, but I’m not giving up.” She holds her head high.
“Saving my life, it’s not what you’re doing. I…. I won’t justify the way I live my life ‘cause I’m the one livin’ it, feelin’ it, tastin’ it and you’re just wasting your time trying to throw me a line when you’re the one drowning.” She pauses to see the affect of her words. Some have stopped to listen.
“I like where I’m at on my back floating down in my own riptide. The water is fine.” She smiles serenely, starting to dance away into the night.