Soul Snatchers

SOUL SNATCHERS (Spoken word set to music) On Saturday night, I went out to the club streaming through the crowd like mad – crazy sexual energy. At home, I took my best dress out from the closet and combed my hair that isn’t really mine and put on my face that doesn’t look like me anymore and stared into the mirror for hours trying to define the word BEAUTIFUL. Once I was ready I called a cab to come get me and concentrated on the aspect of an all-out War. Arriving at the club I stepped out from the cab feeling sexy blocking out all the jealous women who glared at me and held on tighter to their men, as if I really wanted them. No, ladies, not tonight no - my sole mission tonight is to get my soul back. In my mind, I quickly go over a list of all my weapons: my youth, my beauty, my intelligence, not to mention my scorpion ability to wreak havoc by wielding my words into venom. And with that reassurance I fall into a trance, allowing the music inside the club to draw me closer to the dance floor— believing I would be sure to win him over once more. Inside the club, I enlist the help of two unsuspecting male strangers. I cast my spell, I weave my web, I turn my head, slowly to see if he’s even watching me. And in the midst of everything I lose my rhythm I fall off my beat; as I scan the crowd, desperation sets in— I seek some sign of him, but nothing. After all, soul snatchers never stick around to feel pity for their victims.