“You’re beautiful but you’re dying, he told her. You’ve gotten so thin; I can see through your bones when you move. It’s like peering into the hidden darkness of the moon. You’re transparent. And she cried, Yes, I know! But I don’t know how to fill up all these extra spaces. I don’t want to be seen! I don’t want you to see inside me but I don’t know how to cover up these bones!”
- Fragment 89
- Fragment 89