Medea III / SoliloquyAnna Maria Hong
I set myself now to feeling fine about feeling like shit. Respite was a cool, slim lid slid into my head, and all the marvelous and heinous things I did were mine. The marvelous and heinous deeds are mine, and it’s going to be just fine. I’ll be fine, no doubt, with or without. Like others, I deserve a chance in hell. Before you, the last time I felt at ease I was nine. I played with dragon’s teeth and touched the fleece in my sleep. I stole sips of my parents’ wine from an old, stone bowl kept under enormous, fig-shaped leaves. Enough to make me strong enough to leave.
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