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I had a clockwork doll once. Not much use. Wind it up and it simply walked, kept walking, until it hit the wall - and it still continued to shuffle its feet in mute futility. It wore a dress, which I often removed to better admire the gears beneath the translucent skin.
I took it apart one day. I'm not sure why. I tumbled silver gears into my hand and tipped it back and forth, watching them shift and sparkle in the afternoon light.
They were sharp. When I drew one across my arm, blood welled up behind it, a glistening trail. Mesmerized, I did it again... a curve, an arch. It didn't hurt nearly as much as I'd thought it would. It was fascinating. I sketched designs on my arm, patterns in deep red, like a morbid sort of mendhi, like fine lace.
It was so beautiful.
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I have energy today, because I've been keeping my mind and body active. Between posts, I've been scrambling upstairs to work on Elayna's room. Go me!
I took it apart one day. I'm not sure why. I tumbled silver gears into my hand and tipped it back and forth, watching them shift and sparkle in the afternoon light.
They were sharp. When I drew one across my arm, blood welled up behind it, a glistening trail. Mesmerized, I did it again... a curve, an arch. It didn't hurt nearly as much as I'd thought it would. It was fascinating. I sketched designs on my arm, patterns in deep red, like a morbid sort of mendhi, like fine lace.
It was so beautiful.
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Current total: $1,011!
Donate at http://www.rainn.org/donate.html or paypal AT shadesong.com
I have energy today, because I've been keeping my mind and body active. Between posts, I've been scrambling upstairs to work on Elayna's room. Go me!