𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐬 , the snake which cannibalizes itself , the keep the dark hollow of her belly full. a girl in a half-dark room with half of her self , a girl who swallows her own silence to spit it back at her shadow. a girl sits first upon a bed , not hers , just a bed , then she closes her eyes , to make it more dark , until darkness becomes a place. darkness is the bruise that spreads from inside-out , darkness is all she needs to enter herself.
psychologically , metaphorically , the descent of girl into underworld , the underside of the body , the girl inside her body , or the mind , then the mind rattles its cage , until the door opens , swiftly , but silently , as cages often do : & 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲. if the light changes , the hallway is the pathway to an altar — but clarice will leave the lights off , & she will follow down the hallway with silence in her mouth , the words losing their taste , until she finds a door. in the next room , she finds herself.
this is no mirror , just a memory , or @conticuit , the tender-stained clarice fresh out of academy. but a girl is a girl is a woman , or something else , depends on the story , or on the time of the day — a body is a prelude to a wound. this is the inbetween thing which is the realm of dreams. the thing which is the body remains in bed , but the mind is a constant haunting. the mind steps into itself , & is both the palace and the creature which inhabits it.
❛ well, look at you all self-righteous... don't look at me like that. i didn’t do the killing and... and he was kind of an ass, wasn’t he ? we never liked him, mr. krendler , that is. never liked him. ❜
