It was meant to be. Kit Kat Club. The lights, the music. The way he looked at me like I was already his. Like I had been waiting. And I had. I ignored his date and did what I knew best. Get the man. It wasn’t my fault. And it was. The roles we play.

It was meant to be not a nagging wife. Tall and beautiful, yes. Famous. The one with the broken accent. First Lady. Twice. I became the Barbie of the world.

Shall I celebrate?
Shall I be ashamed?
What do you think?

I try to see sky. To feel the breeze on my cheek. I soak in the spa. At the perfect temperature. And wait.

Am I feeling it?

My glory. Our glory. I can’t be one, you know. Because I’m us. I was always us.

Money is good, isn’t it? I thought so. Not my idea. That’s an ancient one. You love to blame, don’t you? Not sure about it now. There is more than money.

There is the fear. We all die in the end. Right?

The lights are out. I need my beauty sleep. I close my eyes. My body is sinking into the mattress. I place my hand on the empty pillow next to me. It’s made of the finest silk.

And hate.

Love? Barron. I have wings, with flesh and bone. Big ones, covering him from what made our faith.

You are impressed, aren’t you?

What did you think? That I don’t see?

Of course I do. Don’t fool yourself. I see it all. But it’s my right to deny.

I’m a doll, after all, remember? I can break—and break back.

Harsh, as a trophy made of steel.

Would you like to be me?

There is blood in me.

Listen.

Must be soul.

Shortlisted for Mslexia 2025