my fancy.

BETTY COOPER + MIRRORS Part Two

       “we’re not going to do it like she does it anymore.”

Sometimes women do.

Well, when I was a kid, we used to scare each other with stories about a woman in white killing little children.

Wanna sleep in my room? No. 

“I feel sorry for Persephone because even when she’s back with the living, people are afraid of her because of where’s she’s been,” Amma said. “And even when she’s with her mother, she’s not really happy, because she knows she’ll have to go back underground.”

                ALL       I       WISH       IS       FOR       YOU       TO       BE       HAPPY

I’m so happy with you! Amma laughed, her breath hot and sweetly boozy in my face. You’re like my soulmate. You’re like my sister, I said. BLASPHEMY? Didn’t care. I love you! Amma screamed.

                                   SHE'S             DOING             IT             AGAIN                                                      and   I   need   to   take   care   of   it.

“Sometimes I can’t. But right now, I can. When everyone’s asleep and everything’s quiet, it’s easier.” She reached out, her hand like a butterfly before my face, then dropped it, patted me on the knee, and left.

Careful with the vodka.

“We’re not going to do it like she does it anymore,” I said.