Dear God there is something in the air at night. I can taste it on my tongue, feel its musk caress my skin as I sleep—I know it’s out there waiting for me.

Dear God it undresses me with its eyes. Whispers to me, licks my ear with its spiked tongue. It drives me crazy.

Dear God it wants me to die for it, tells me that if I do it will grant my wishes unattainable by normal standards.

Dear God I’ve never been one of your children. Though I bathed in your good graces while your loving follower prayed to you, my allegiance was never solid.

Dear God at night I know you’re watching, but it’s not really you.

Is it?