Landscape of a Heart – Page 4

praises

the spirit and I parted like a lightning bolt leaving a cloud—I screamed bloody thunder while my insides

22- I lied,

of course I did. I said I broke up my tyrant heart like a planet, like all the little bits of me (stomach, lungs, skin) warred

I trips

The spirit and I got along fine. One time, I cried for a whole day while the spirit experimented

iowioieoiagjoa ;ajao;i

having a spirit possess you was pretty boring, actually. After the initial confusion where they screamed about being dragged to a material world

Maybe

this all rises from the root of childhood. The very foundation of understanding I built before conscious awareness, in order to make sense of the world.

I could be queen forever

screw karma screw consequence screw action and affiliation and strings of fate leading me blindly along to some divine end, screw

21- spirit

The thing is, humans of my time talked about heart versus head to represent feeling

Die da dah/Rie ra rah

So I said, how do you shapeshift into a demon? Those and dragons aren’t in any of the books or

lie la lah/Mie ma mah

don’t you ever worry about right and wrong? Don’t you have a tug of war inside yourself between being good to people and taking what you know you can? Between respecting the

19- Doctor don’t care (about) [how to get rid of guilt]

Is my appearance why the patients gawk, Dr. Mizto asked, motioning to their torso. Yeah, probably, I said, but it’s not your middle that’s the issue