There are five of us now that we lost a member to retirement and a grand adventure. But still — five is enough.
Five is Coven enough. Five is Tribe enough. Five is Gang enough.
We can still lift a body.
Because when you break it down to the formula — after the deed is done — the three main components to clean up the mess are these: Shovel — Tarp — Alibi.
Am I right?
My weapon of choice is Ye Olde Dull Rusty Spoone — and since I’m an Old OR nurse — I know just where the heart lies. Or rather — where it SHOULD lie. Some Humans are missing this particular apparatus. In those cases, I would have to punt. But know this, I have the skill set needed to painfully cut any vital organ right out of a body. The heart is first choice, but lacking a heart — there are other precious gems further south.
My Other Four Sisters all have their preferred methods to dispatch their victims but the pact remains intact however it might go down.
The Coven/Tribe/Gang is a mere text away should things go sideways.
As they are wont to do in relationships. All. The. Relationships.
Husbands, Boyfriends, Co-workers, Bosses, Neighbors — you name it — if there is a man in it — you can count on at least one abusive asshole who makes Life a living hell for one of Your Sisters.
Because society tolerates that shit. I often wonder if the Humans with “the- known-to-everyone-on-the-face-of-the-planet-abusive-attitudes” suddenly started vanishing — would anyone notice? Or more importantly — would anyone care?
I laugh out loud whenever I hear women referred to as the weaker sex. There are long moments I genuinely feel sorry for men. But then I shake it off. Because one chooses to be asshole. One can unchose it as well. But many do not unchose.
Those men have never met Kali/Durga/Sehkmet. Not all Goddesses have the same sweet nature as Venus.
Some of us carry shovels and tarps. And hang out with Our Goddess Sisters who provide the alibis.
You can make bank on it.