its that scene at the end of fight club except we’re two queer bitches
Can we dowse that line / between self-flagellation / and self-defense?
With this last rite done, the period of mourning was officially over, and everyone would be heading back to really party. She watched as folk made their way up the beach. She didn’t want to rejoin them. What she wanted was to grab her skin and disappear forever. Eat seaweed and clams all day. Swim with dolphins.
