with an empty bell jar on my shoulders . A glass skull , always borrowing and reflecting back at the world . Never having anything authentic inside of itself .
I was less than a ghost . At least a ghost has unfinished business . I had nothing . My soul which anchored me to this world had been blotted away and I was left adrift . Haunting along cobblestones , the Unwoman , the Unhuman .
I buried the fleshy stub of my toe into the sand . My jaw locked and my fingers stuck out at odd angles by my side . There was pain at least . Even being as numb as I was , I wasn ’ t immune to pain .
White-capped waves slammed against the shore and sloshed around my feet . I careened after the water , as the tide swallowed itself .
Wait .