A therapist in a spa said, and followed her words with a question, “Am I a bad girl in your eyes?”
No dear, you're just a girl from a deluded society. In my eyes, you're my love, my healer, my goddess, and my road into the light.
You work with judgmental mortals, and you heal impaired bodies. You own a profound skill, a healer’s work is like a retired god had inhabited a human soul, as a reincarnation of a sacrifice.

Words by Michel Ah
Art by Fabien perez