Beyond the womb we both at one time tenanted side by side.

Feeling this distance ever further, I saw my twin sister’s eyes turn the color of autumn, like flickering kerosene lamps seen from across the way in a field during the night hours. Grandmother Annelise, I thought weakly to myself. She looks like Grandmother Annelise when she grows angry.

The moon roams around in the night sky like a hungry animal, circling the earth angrily.

Just have your crimes, the ones you dream of.

With growing fascination, the candles were lit and the circle became quiet. We intended to look fondly upon the Beast, and to fear nothing but to live another day without purgatorial prospect between the hybrid wings of light and darkness.

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Follow you into your death.

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The taste of one’s own blood from a split lip can be sobering. It can make a person say, “I’m sorry.” It can make them say, “Don’t go.”

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The seance was a success. It drove us from the dining room in a disorganized rush, into the back end of the hall where the lights promptly went out. My heart pounded in my chest so hard on the third and fourth beats that I was unable to speak because it hurt. Someone was screaming.

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We stood in a circle around the fallen deer and held hands. We whispered over the body, clouds from our words forming in the middle of the circle. It was so cold out. Through the fog from our breath we watched the deer pass. Then we knelt, and removed its head, and we put our cupped hands to the severed neck and filled our palms with blood and drank, and I felt like I was in love with someone, only really it was just the newness of respecting and caring for the people I was with.

A spider burrowing within the belly of an angel.