fisk : you should leave this place . you are not safe here .
she has become bigger than her body . she does not know when it happened , only that it did . that at some point her ribs bent outward like wings sprouting from the front of her torso && her vertebrae grew large enough to grow plants in the zipper seam . that she is more outside than she is inside , parts of her constantly leaking from nose && ears && fingertips . ( that those fingertips are bullets , seven simply casings now after pressing them into the body of his right hand man . there are three left . )
karen , with a shift of her feet : do you know what happened the last time i was in a place i wasn't safe ?
his presence is intimidating . it brings something to spark between her shoulder blades like the strike of a match . here is something he might not know : she is done being intimidated by men larger than her who either seek to break her or see her as a means to an end or simply don't see her at all . ( which one is he , she cannot help but wonder . perhaps door number four [ ... ] a combination of all of the above . )
karen: i walked away from a dead body .
it's a lie , but only somewhat . she has found herself in increasingly dangerous situations since she found a man dead on her carpet , most of them entered of own accord —-- sometimes there were dead bodies with blood still warm as she left , other times it came after she was whisked away [ ... ] she cannot remember the exact order right now but who can blame her ? after a while , it all becomes a blur of blood && cracking sounds that like to live on the underbelly of her eyelids .
ft. @villainis , wilson fisk
