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”