“I’m sick.” She said plainly.
Mother dismissed her, busy navigating the rainy pre-dawn streets of suburbia.
With a pained sigh Angelica rested her head in her palm, eyes closed, breath shallow. She tried to lose herself in solitude, letting the mini van’s dull hum lull her away. From across the seat her younger sister reached out in abject pity; Angelica shrunk away with a scathing glare.
Singing a morose melody through her teeth Angelica mocked, “ Misssssed me, misssssed me now you gotta…”
The Amputee Kiss
She woke numb and sweating to a fall sun and threw back the covers, looking down to see her legs amputated by a duvet sea. Still veiled in dreams Jane she lay paralyzed until the incessant sensation of pinpricks revealed something still existed below her thighs. Crawling from under the covers she preened at the sight of her naked legs. A lifetime of running built two shapely serpents she now spindled about each other to stimulate blood. Long enough to tie in knots- strong enough to coil around whomever she trapped between them.