She understood, with a clarity thick as mourning, that she had been ruined. Her mouth had learned a new grammar, permanently etched onto the bone-bellies of her teeth.
Writing
It is a most peculiar feeling, being treated as an apparition when I am most apparently alive & well.
A circus moved into my attic while I slept.
It started chipping away at cells you know only as yourself.
I dreamed I was back in the hall, the eyes of The Institutional Man following me everywhere I went. I begin to run, fear jolting me forward on trembling limbs. He knows! He’s found me out!
Panic rises up in Lilia’s chest, and she feels her eyes helplessly begin to burn. There’s an end coming— she can feel it in the quiet summer heat. The evening is holding its breath.
Now that I drown in Autumn’s descending light, do you find me repulsive, unbearable to glimpse at?
Sometimes you feel that love is the kind of thing you have to get good at.
Before you were dust, you were the
universe.