Novel Excerpt--Apt Scene
2004-04-19 - 8:36 p.m.

She snapped back into the scene--things popped back into place one at a time, quickly--first the walls, then the sink, which was part of the kitchen where she lay beneath him, like a pinned butterfly--Then the darkness, where she flapped her wings, where no one could see... This was happening to her. This was real. And there was something she knew about him but couldn't remember. The dreams brought about by the inital blackout were fading, and she was loosing what power she had. She could feel him coil around her like a snake, sweating cold and wet, eyes slitted and focused on her porcelain skin where he had ripped open her blouse, his coarse hair sweeping over her eyelids, his cold hand over her warm mouth--as if she could scream now, as if she hadn't yet lost the capacity to form words in her animal fear. He should know that when you pin a butterfly it doesn't scream or cry, it just flutters in panic-- She layed prone and squirming, overpowered, laying with the snake knowing that somewhere she had the power to charm him away, but could not touch it.

yesterday - tomorrow