Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong
shadesong

Rarely are signs so clear.

In some clear still nanosecond, you realized that you did not want to die after all. Despite your best efforts.

Or maybe you just wanted to do it on your own terms.

Which leads to now. The longest night, the darkest night. Because it is all happening in realtime, without external violence.

This is the night you spend in the bathtub, with the favorite gun of the man who calls you his little sister.


I write about that, weaving it into the story that "Fortune" has become (and, yes, will be renamed; all it's kept is the device of the cards), this Vegas-born descent of Inanna. I write things I gloss over or never say. Because, as my nameless fortune-teller says, "You only see me if you want the truth. You only see me if you’re already on your way through the night side."

I write it and I write a way out and I hit "save" and "send", and I sit back...

And something slips down and lands in my lap.

A rattlesnake rib, from this necklace.

*smile* Yeah.
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