I stand before a council of three women of different ages. Their eyes glint and the phases of the moon is reflected in each of them. The oldest of the three, the crone, is first to speak though all their mouths move.
"You have been judged. You know well your punishment."
I nod. This is not the first time I have been here.
"Once more and once again we shall cleanse your mind of those memories so that you may journey to remember their pain and relive it again. When the lily, the lily which is life from death and death from life, within you finally consumes you entirely, then and only then, will you have the strength to return. It is then that we shall grant your wish and allow you to start anew."
Tick, tock my heart must stop. Let the lily eat. Once more and once again. From this cage of glass, I will be free. I will be free of this inbetween world. This place between life and death. Onwards I spin, steeped in old blood until I am free. Then, from the waters of my suffering I shall return. I will save them. I will save them all. Even if I have to kill to do so.
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The Ones Who Live Inbetween
FantasyOur hammers are glass and our glasses are stone. We live on an ocean of smiles and bone. Breathe. Breathe. The ticking of a clock. In. Out. Tick and tock. Buzzing in chests and pumping through seas. Your father is coming. Don't let him see. The ant...
