Death:
... cursed … be … the … womb … that birthed you, weak sister …
… cursed … be … the … fruit … of your womb, weak mother …
… cursed … be … your … primordial womb, weak goddess …
— to be deflected by a hairless cunt
Clever (her RED leap shatters): Mama, help! — RED and more RED — blood and blood and blood — Mama! So much RED.
Death <easing into post-explosive deflation>:
... let the little cunt bleed ... she will sooner or later … she’ll get used to it sooner or later …
Love: ... grim sister! … unkind! ... we girls are all in this together! …
Fortune <to Clever>: ... calm yourself, child ... find the eye … the eye turns transparent that which is opaque …
Love <to Clever>: ... little spinner! … play with us! make it a game! a scavenger hunt! … what fun! try the lower drawers!
Clever (approaches REDLY, rummages REDLY through RED seas of drawers; pulls out RED artifact; flinches in disgust): Mama, what is this? Horrors! A bloody sack of skin!
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