Existence Womb (2)

   
   "Existence Womb (2)"
    
   Miriam was awake, at least her eyes were, scoping up and down, feeling the iniquitous torture of the demonic supernatural fluxing over and within her, paralyzing her body into monstrous fear and greedily feeding off of this negative energy of hers; indeed, she was metaphorical food for the haunting reptilians.  Regardless, like always--these paralytic episodes ended, Miriam thanking a God she didn't know too well.  Yeah, Jesus had been mentioned to her a few times by adulterous ministers and such; still, she knew she needed to muster some type of defense.  Remembered in literature class this senior year they discussed Tolstoy having had crafted some type of Gospel based on Jesus' Words:  "Resist not evil."  But how?  Why not beat the shit out of it--she surely wanted to.
   So, staggering to her bathroom, filling her mouth with her daily dose of Anti-Psychotics; next, using a mirror to observe further the bald spot behind her right ear, yet the pills were kicking in, and soon her brain was sedated to the effects of her once knowing the fear and trauma of it all.
   After scrubbing herself clean, dressing casually, kissing her Mom goodbye, Miriam sailed off to school on her 50cc scooter, made her way through the stereotypes of high school folk till coming upon her locker--it tagged with a note that blared in loud pink ink:  "DYKE!!!"
   Of course, this was from her ex-boyfriend, him totally loathing her humble chastity; plus, having used his physician father to poison her with reptilian witchcraft, an offshoot of ordinary Wicca, that mantra something like:  "Do no harm."   
   It was all too much for Miriam.  The human instincts, the fear, the shame; thus, she bolted from school, wanting to strangle Dr. Luke, her very decent psychiatrist--not because he wasn't helping, but exactly because he wasn't helping.  Helping in annihilating all of her adversarial entities.  So, further following her instincts, she floored the scooter to Saint Mary's Church, a nearby Catholic place of worship in her suburban region.  She parked outside in front of a statue of Jesus" Mother, the Virgin--a Tower of Shimmering Ivory--so the living statue seemed, and felt an immediate connection to the egg-giver of the supposed Messiah.  And she felt she needed to know.  To know the axiomatic truth.