Like Me

by Hayley Phelan

For all that talk about selling one’s soul, no one seems to be in the market. It’s the body that everybody wants.

She is a slave to her Followers, as the factory worker is a slave to his boss. She is dependent on them.”

I realized then that everybody was pretending, all the time, but that for most people, for the people we call “normal,” the pretending part eventually falls away and the act simply becomes their life.