The infantile rage of two women in single body. Eyes white enough to challenge the sun. An broken invisible lotus tattoo behind her ear. A proxy for Grima Wormtongue ministrations. In this moment, what should an adult say to a child? The silence of an open mouth fills the whole room. An unpopular opinion, but one perhaps worth considering. Examine your life, and listen to every recorded message you've ever left. Hear the words as though you are the homeless woman on the corner. The recently-made widower. The literally starving college student. If you listen closely, you can hear the inevitable gnash of the Great Gears. It's the same sound as your voice.
9:28 a.m. - 2019-09-04
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