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FROM THE NIGHTSHADE LIBRARY: LOSS OF BREATH .

silence clings to you like dust. Words knot in your ribs. pride, perhaps. fear, a possibility. or, peculiarly, the old rotted wound of being misunderstood too many times prying at your lungs. you do not ask for help, not because you don't need it, but because inquiring feels a lot like standing in a pit 6ft deep and handing someone the shovel. You find your own ways of speaking. sometimes you imagine saying the truth out loud. most times you blame the wind for never blowing your words in the right way. your stillness could be mistaken for detachment, maybe that's true. your quiet means you're content, maybe that's not true. your absence as apathy, only you know. Has your silence made you a convenient vessel? maybe one day, if the wind turns, you might remember how to breathe.

THE SOUNDTRACK TO THE STORY

in my solitude - ella fitzgerald , left outside alone - anastacia , no one noticed - the marias

TETHERED TO STORIES

You watch Berenice with stolen glances, with quick turns of your head, not because you carry a torch for them in your heart—but a flame, a raging fire, a burning jealousy. How can they speak so easily, so openly? Others remark that they’re strange or wrong, but never false, never apathetic, never silent. What would it be like, you wonder, to open your mouth and let more than air escape? What would it be like to stand before the room and finally undo all those knots in your ribs? You know King Pest is not what they portray themselves to be, but the truth of their performance is not a secret you lord over their head; rather, a tool to be used. Maybe you haven’t found your voice yet, but you have, intentionally or unintentionally, found a mouthpiece in them. They are eager to take your suggestions, to voice your theories, with or without a push or nudge from you—because if you’re right, they’re right, even if you don’t admit to being their source.

“...alive with the qualifications of the dead—dead with the propensities of the living—an anomaly on the face of the earth—being very calm, yet breathless.”                                                                      ───────── Edgar Allan Poe

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