This is the inside.
I don’t have her face anymore; I am an earthen lump. Words are easier. I walk in the ravines and gullies so that I am not seen. I learn the meaning of “guilt”. My flesh is vitreous and slick. I need to learn what are my rules, and what keeps me alive. I feel colder, and I think I’m dying. I don’t know if I’m even alive enough to die. But still, I’m not her so I cannot use her name.
I need a new name.
I need a new all. What do I do? Where do I go? Why?
Why?
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