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do angels fall ? do they fall through time, and see themselves, and scare themselves, and hang there until someone cuts the rope ? is she an angel, now ? does god support such an unfair treatment ? is he going to be the one to cut the damn rope ? does anyone else hear her screaming ? a little girl's eyes, boring into hers, terrified. BENT-NECK LADY, broken, wailing, nightmare now incarnated by the dreamer. does god know what this house has done to them ? CAN ANYONE HEAR ?
she falls. just like an autumn leaf, or an angel, or a snowflake. rope around her neck, neck broken & broken neck, life slipping out. ROTTING, TENDER ACHE. baby girl, dead. and mom's fingers in her hair, promising that she will wake up soon. now. ( life's not the nightmare, mom. this house is. nell wants to tell her but she can't talk. or maybe she can, but she's too busy screaming. this house is the nightmare. this house is the nightmare. THIS HOUSE IS. )
she remembers arthur. dancing. joy. so much joy. soft fingers on her hips. his breath on her neck. laughing. SMILING. smiling so much it hurt. their love chiseled in marble, if only for a second. what a fool. what a fool to believe that things could be BEAUTIFUL again. she remembers, now. that all good things must come to an end, and they did, and she's dead. D E A D. no need to sugarcoat the hard truth, not when it's hiding in plain sight : she can see herself hanging from the staircase. her nightmare now in flesh & bone, herself, neck broken and wearing mom's dress. hot tears down the ghost's cheeks ; is she really crying ? is she still there ?
she turns around. leaves the neck-bent lady, and the dress, and the sorrow, and the stairwell, and the nightmare. she searches for the door ; she needs to tell them. TO WARN THEM. the house is the nightmare. the house wants them asleep. the house wants them dead. it hasn't been a GOOD HOME ; isn't even a good house. it's the guillotine above a condemned man's neck, waiting to fall. it's not dangerous as long as you don't live in it. stucking your neck underneath a guillotine is asking for trouble : LIVING IN HILL HOUSE WAS A DEATH WISH. she needs to tell them.
the door, closed. close. so near she can almost touch it. the door, right there. still so far. the house is waking up, SAYING NO, keeping everything inside. the house is breathing down her neck. ❛ i need, i need to go. please. let me -- ❜
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