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WRITING Twisted poetry and prose. |
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She tied the ends of the thread together, completing the loop, and
the loop became a doorway.
It had to be done. Neil had hidden the razor blades and the
kitchen knives again, so she could not turn to them to release her from the
pain. Then she had thought of her sewing kit. And the needles.
She saw it. The loop began to change. She was not crazy.
Needles are different from razor blades, you know. They're not
just sharp. They carry thread with them. The pain was almost the same,
and the blood, but there was the knowledge that she was creating something.
The pain would carry something with it. Somehow that felt better.
She let her hands fall. The loop stood on its own. Dried blood,
perhaps, or some other force. There was something stretched across the
interior of the loop, and patterns swirled across it, like a film of soap.
Into one side, then the other, she had pushed the needle, and each
time the physical pain had brought blessed oblivion, but only for a moment.
Again and again, around and around. For a moment she had had a pain-induced
hallucination that her right hand glowed as she worked. She thought, as
always, that perhaps one day she would manage to replace the old scars on her
inner thighs with new ones of her own. They would still be scars, but they
would be hers.
And now that it was finished, she found that she had created
something, after all. Sitting there on her bed, which she had covered with
newspaper to catch the blood, she had opened up the way for something to
come into this world. And now, her breathing still quick from the pain and
exertion, she waited for it.
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