Why Won't (T)He(y) Help?

God is a teenage girl. She wears fishnets and patched clothes She made herself. She stands between fights at school when one person is losing too badly. She names stars on her midnight walks. Her father wants to tuck her in, but instead says nothing but goodnight. She runs away from home every summer: befriending deer and birds and people She will never meet again. She dreams the same dream every night: the one where she creates everything and is holy.

She wakes up feeling the absence of wings.

Eve is an elderly woman. She has sun-aged skin and working hands. She picks a banned book to read every month, adding every one they add to her list. Her wedding ring lives in a box that is collecting dust. Her daughter will inherit her favorite novels instead. Her daughter leads riots in their hometown while Eve travels to see the world: she's running from that town. She can still hear her own mother sighing and shaking her head in the back of her memory. She dreams of a world changed by one taste of her.

She wakes at dawn with the sun.

Adam is in college. He studies zoology and goes home to his house his parents bought him. His pets are all named  after thinkers, scientists, and gods. He only failed one class freshman year of high school because a friend asked him to try drugs with him; he vowed to never try it again. His top surgery scars ache at odd hours of the night even though nothing is wrong. His mother never wants to see him again. His father keeps trying to set him up with a wife and children. He dreams he is protecting the Earth with a flaming sword.

He wakes to a sharp pain in his ribs.