(Elizabeth McGeown)
Amanita virosa
They say that living well’s considered best. A dish tastiest cold, and all that jazz. There’s idioms and proverbs and the rest, but that’s not how she operates. She has
a body that's a circle blazing fire, embedded with a thousand eyes that stare and never blink, that never sleep, or tire, remaining open even when in prayer.
It's little things at first: his job, his car. A trickle of bad luck becomes a wave. His card declined when shopping at the Spar, his laptop dies before he presses save.
She starts off small. He wakes at the sunrise. Below his feet a piece of Lego lies.
EM
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