I start with the wings: black, silver sparkles dot the lining, and the wig. I practice my eyeliner. I begin to try on masks. I am getting ready and nearer.
I set the candles on the floor carefully. There have been many accidents already but I feel assured that tonight nothing will catch on fire. Pull the lace over my face and coo.

Like rains that fill the oceans wide, I swallow lives with turns of tides. I break men but not my stride.

I begin to charm her.

 

“the woman who walked out of walls”

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