Chapter 7
I open my eyes and see a street through fogged beautiful glass.
There is a child in a coat.
I have been seeing this street for a long time.
No one notices. Even when my eyes close or open.
I used to blink a lot.
It’s futile, through these glass, glass eyes.
Who looks at us?
Who looks at the dolls, standing in the window...
It hurts to swallow. It hurts to blink.
It's difficult to move.
So parched.
No one will come for me. No one notices my living corpse, wasting away in a blank, white porcelain prison.
I'm so tired.
Please let me die.
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A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears;
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of Earthly Years.
No Motion has she now, no force,
She neither hears nor sees,
Rolled around in earth’s diurnal course
With rocks and stones and trees.
-William Wordsworth, “A Slumber did My Spirit Seal”
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*Porcelain Face. (PG-13, not actually R)
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