Coral Hull: Prose: Vegan, Vegas: 10. on red alert, with the eyes of a doll

I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: VEGAN, VEGAS
10. on red alert, with the eyes of a doll

he abandons me, so that i sit up suddenly in my bed, on red alert, with the eyes of a doll, so that i switch from one extreme to another like a flick-knife blade, so that i could never leave you, but that i could leave you in an instant, so that i am prepared for anything, all systems on emotional red alert, all old systems breaking down into new systems, all systems becoming useless, so what's the point of having them, i am a mannequin the height of a woman, with the sleepy eyes of a child, & a knife in my left breast pocket, for those who come close enough to kiss me, i appear to be asleep, my glassy eyes like ponds with a film of skin pulled over them, in those large fields of long dry summers, & endless stretches of tiny papery flowers, you find me lying in the grass, a little dirty & dented from lack of use, or so it seems, my skin is fresher than first appears, you quickly feel the need to reach out & touch what is lovely to you, but upon contact, i sit straight up in the grass like a toy, a small sharp blade sticks out of my dress, now your heart has been pierced, you look towards me in your moment of death, but my eyes have simply fallen open, like a doll's, no remorse, no pity, no guilt

    

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