emerging as something else

She came out of the other side of the black hole as someone else, as some thing else. Whatever she was, she was now unable to connect. She saw that what had dragged her through the hole was her hair, one clump that she'd been unable to cut. One clump that she couldn't hack off, no matter how much she wanted to.

She kept the ends of a few strands of short hair stuck in her mouth, as a constant reminder of the taste of freedom.



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