@deamazed
i see you. i see your insides and the dark places, i see them bright and white like they are my own and you can run as fast as you want, i will find them and expose them. amma wants to crawl inside amazing amy and live in her SKIN. wants to live in the space between her lungs, in the cavern of her heart, in the pause between breaths as she speaks. amma wants to strip her skin and pull her teeth and stick her fingers into the wide maw of amazing amy’s mouth, see if she would gag.
( probably not. probably be nick has seen to getting rid of that particular reflex. )
nick is a lot like john keene: dumber than he thinks, handsome in a boring white borderline-fat man, ignorant of his own glaring shortcomings. easy to trap, easier to trick. nick is window dressing. nick is the dollhouse. but amy? amy could be adora in the right light, the same WICKEDNESS behind the eyes and that’s what amma sees -- cruelty for cruelty’s sake.
( when you let them do the bad thing to you, you’re really doing it to them. )
“ is camille coming by today? “ her sister. her wayward, beautiful stupid sister who thinks too much for her own good. who sees what amma wants and abandons her to the placid, putrid little suburban couple in a podunk piece of shit town that reeks worse than wind gap. “ just there’s -- a friend from my new school? “ lie. “ she asked if i wanted to hang out tonight. “ bigger lie.










