I can still hear her in my head. I'm her always. I can still feel it when she snakes an
uncertain arm around me in the night; just trying to hold on to something tangible. And I
try to respond, but it's always just so noisy, and the world is made up of so many shades
and shapes that I can't quite understand anymore. I'm trying. My limbs don't work right most of the time. I feel like Gregor Samsa! Yes, it's quite like that, except my dad wouldn't throw an apple at me, or maybe, come to think of it, he might; that's not the point.
"Tara? Can you understand me at all? Godess, I'm so sorry" There's her voice again. I can see red, lots of it. She's very bright. Always so shiny.
Now she's crying again. I guess I didn't answer her, but she's just too shiny! The words would just slide off her. Right? Yes, that's exactly what happens.
"Wil...Will...Willow" her name is very slippery, almost like an acid, or is that like a base? I hope I don't decay, because if her name's like that I might! No, Willow is a happy word. I'm sure I'd feel it if I was falling apart cell by cell. She has a very funny name. She's all smiley now, she must know her name is funny too. Of course she knows her name is funny. She's very sharp. She's pointy and angular, like an elf!
I don't think she likes the idea of being elfin, because she's crying again. I'd tell her that I think elves are cute, but she wouldn't hear me anyway; it's too noisy! I'm trying to talk to my elf here, and the crawlies can't even be considerate for a lousy minute! I'm going to kill them all one day. I'll chew them up into tiny little bits, and spit them out, so they can't make so much noise with their slithering and slurping. They're just like Glory! I'll chew her up one day too; talk about being shown your insect reflection!
uncertain arm around me in the night; just trying to hold on to something tangible. And I
try to respond, but it's always just so noisy, and the world is made up of so many shades
and shapes that I can't quite understand anymore. I'm trying. My limbs don't work right most of the time. I feel like Gregor Samsa! Yes, it's quite like that, except my dad wouldn't throw an apple at me, or maybe, come to think of it, he might; that's not the point.
"Tara? Can you understand me at all? Godess, I'm so sorry" There's her voice again. I can see red, lots of it. She's very bright. Always so shiny.
Now she's crying again. I guess I didn't answer her, but she's just too shiny! The words would just slide off her. Right? Yes, that's exactly what happens.
"Wil...Will...Willow" her name is very slippery, almost like an acid, or is that like a base? I hope I don't decay, because if her name's like that I might! No, Willow is a happy word. I'm sure I'd feel it if I was falling apart cell by cell. She has a very funny name. She's all smiley now, she must know her name is funny too. Of course she knows her name is funny. She's very sharp. She's pointy and angular, like an elf!
I don't think she likes the idea of being elfin, because she's crying again. I'd tell her that I think elves are cute, but she wouldn't hear me anyway; it's too noisy! I'm trying to talk to my elf here, and the crawlies can't even be considerate for a lousy minute! I'm going to kill them all one day. I'll chew them up into tiny little bits, and spit them out, so they can't make so much noise with their slithering and slurping. They're just like Glory! I'll chew her up one day too; talk about being shown your insect reflection!