❝ WHY AM I HERE ? ❞ so what if i am an unbecoming , from girl into creature ? i am prepared to eat someone alive . i straddle the line of existence for a moment , echoing in the dark lurches of this room , in a space between real & gone --- this is my room now if i want it, according to him, matthew, poised like he’s waiting for me to turn into wind --- and maybe i will. maybe he will turn his back & i will fade beyond these walls, nothing more than a whisper, & what could he do to stop me ? stepping into the room, it’s bare & unalive. almost sterile. i wait for the trick, the cage to come slamming down on me. it doesn’t, but i still don’t breathe. at the edge of my vision, he waits, & i don’t think he breathes either.