The paintings around me are mirrors again, lenses, burning-glasses all focused upon me so that I catch and kindle. The one I can see and the ones I can't, building and swelling, floodwaters rising. I am beautiful, I said to him; I would like him to see this, see what she makes of me. There is an eager hoarseness in my voice when I say to her, "Yes. Oh, Genny, yes."
Syl's words break in on us: "If'n you two wanna be alone, I c'n leave."
Lilith, Iblis, now Syl - why does everyone think that? 'I bet that baby soft skin tastes positively divine...' 'Perhaps one day she will carry an offering inside her.' Never, never.
Pull my eyes away from the painting. "Sorry, Syl. Kid's been working hard, though."
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Date: 2009-02-12 09:28 pm (UTC)The paintings around me are mirrors again, lenses, burning-glasses all focused upon me so that I catch and kindle. The one I can see and the ones I can't, building and swelling, floodwaters rising. I am beautiful, I said to him; I would like him to see this, see what she makes of me. There is an eager hoarseness in my voice when I say to her, "Yes. Oh, Genny, yes."
Syl's words break in on us: "If'n you two wanna be alone, I c'n leave."
Lilith, Iblis, now Syl - why does everyone think that? 'I bet that baby soft skin tastes positively divine...' 'Perhaps one day she will carry an offering inside her.' Never, never.
Pull my eyes away from the painting. "Sorry, Syl. Kid's been working hard, though."