"Love Letters"
Artist: Melanie Gwendahlin Keyes
About the Artist: "Unnerving. Enigmatic. Magnificent. Visually stimulating. Intellectually provocative. Oh, I thought you wanted me to describe the artist." -- name withheld
Eunice raised the body as if she were holding a burlap bag of potatoes and worked a white shirt onto the stiffening arms. When she happened to catch Rose's expression, Eunice saw she had the oddest look. It was then that Eunice realized she'd been humming.
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As she heard her slippers softly hit the ratty tan carpet of the living room, Lily realized that she had no emotions left, no volition. It was as though she was a robot, doing things for no reason except that it was what was expected of her.
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As I was changing, I noticed the red lines she had left on my body. They were everywhere, on my back, my stomach, and my legs. I looked like a backwards zebra, red instead of black. For some reason, I never had any bruises. This made me angry because I had never heard of anyone who could be hit so much and so hard and not end up with bruises.
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