Truly, this morning...
Crammed onto the #6 train, I found myself standing over a most curious lady. The encounter, though silent, has left my psyche hovering in the less and less frequently visited zone between fascination and fear.
At a glance, she was a normal, aging, upper-East-side blonde. Expensive white sweatshirt, Prada bag. But as people pressed in at the 51st street station, I stared down and caught the details.
Her skin seemed synthetic, pinched low under her eyes to reveal an inch or two of bloody muscle beneath. She wore glasses to make this less aparent. As my eyes darted lower, they paused upon her thick, crooked harelip. Shooting lower still, I noticed bizarre hands--her fingernails growing out the tops of her fingers, like wide, flat claws; and I latched onto her picking at them. Fearing it was all hallucination, I gave her a calm, careful once over and noticed that her heap of blonde hair was a wig and that the miniscule irises of her eyes were milky grey. I figured that she was on an excursion with a caretaker, but she was alone. When they called my stop, 68th street Hunter College, She grabbed the straps of her purse and stood up to exit. I turned my back to her and rushed off the train. It takes a great deal of "body horror" to disturb me. I have pierced both myself and others, and find many deformities to be quite exciting. However, this lady gave me the willies. She looked fucking inhuman, like a giant rat playing dress-up. I think that it was the shock of that exposed muscle beneath her eyes that creeped me out most of all.
Who is she? Is she ok with herself? Why does she ride the subway if she can afford a prada bag?
I hate to say it, but she felt like evil incarnate.
Brrrrrrrrrr.
At a glance, she was a normal, aging, upper-East-side blonde. Expensive white sweatshirt, Prada bag. But as people pressed in at the 51st street station, I stared down and caught the details.
Her skin seemed synthetic, pinched low under her eyes to reveal an inch or two of bloody muscle beneath. She wore glasses to make this less aparent. As my eyes darted lower, they paused upon her thick, crooked harelip. Shooting lower still, I noticed bizarre hands--her fingernails growing out the tops of her fingers, like wide, flat claws; and I latched onto her picking at them. Fearing it was all hallucination, I gave her a calm, careful once over and noticed that her heap of blonde hair was a wig and that the miniscule irises of her eyes were milky grey. I figured that she was on an excursion with a caretaker, but she was alone. When they called my stop, 68th street Hunter College, She grabbed the straps of her purse and stood up to exit. I turned my back to her and rushed off the train. It takes a great deal of "body horror" to disturb me. I have pierced both myself and others, and find many deformities to be quite exciting. However, this lady gave me the willies. She looked fucking inhuman, like a giant rat playing dress-up. I think that it was the shock of that exposed muscle beneath her eyes that creeped me out most of all.
Who is she? Is she ok with herself? Why does she ride the subway if she can afford a prada bag?
I hate to say it, but she felt like evil incarnate.
Brrrrrrrrrr.