“She is walking through pitch darkness but she is feeling fearless. She looks down at her body and realizes her blood is made of moonlight. She glows like a worm. She finds a looking glass and admires her new self, then she sees her old red-blood self sitting on a bed. She goes to herself and blissfully embraces herself.”
“He approached her at a party in a dream. She was sitting. He offered his hand and asked her to stand. She took his offer, and holding each other’s hands, they turned and watched a black bottle of fear evaporate in the sunlight on a table. Then, they entered a dark train tunnel with a bed inside, lit by a lamppost.”
“Before she knew who he was, she kept dreaming about his hands. Hands warm as rocks baked in the desert sun. She would suddenly find herself holding his hands and being filled with his warmth. His presence was strong, but she couldn’t make out his face. Either it was too bright, too dark, or too smokey”
Demeter walks through the bright room carrying an abundant tray of fruit. As she passes I pluck a bunch of grapes from her and bring them to you. You eat the fruit and I chew the stem. This makes me feel awkward, so you put your lips to mine and pour sweetest juice into my mouth, and my bitterness disappears…
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