I want to tell stories of poisons, I want to know what lay beyond-wonder. Is it estacy?

You are stretching my limbs and bones out in new ways. Energy moves like dormant dust between them, reacting with everything around it, spiraling and crystaling and breaking apart again.

I watched her speaking, I watched her voice emerge, her neck contract, her jaw, her tongue, and it was a ballet of wild-fire sparks climbing up tree trunks on a hill down my spine.