Thirty-five

That time when I grew wings and my eyes dimmed until they were sightless, his absence became inevitable.

Now I have gulped her down in a single mouthful, because she was the only thing I could eat, because nothing now can give me as much nourishment as a human being. What I want is women’s flesh, the flesh of a wicked, terrible woman, a dragonfly-woman.

I am something different and dark.

I am the impalpable fog and the terrible wind that shakes the branches, I am mean and murderous jealousy, I am the love I have lost and will never regain. I am a tangle of memories and joys that have begun to rot and decompose into humus for my obsessions to grow in.

I am a huge, stretched, white sheet on which the images of my love affair are projected, and every memory becomes a source of unease, of obsession. My desire is not to distort reality; it’s an inexplicable instinct to make my life difficult and unruly. In his face I see nothing but intolerance, lies, and discomfort. I can no longer think of him, imagine him happy.

I’m a bat and I’ve just swallowed the dragonfly. We spent hours shut up in a bell jar, which our breath made invisible. She broke off one of my wings and I licked away the blood, my tiny, red tongue healed the wound, and then my pointed teeth tore her face and I ate it. Her body was still vibrating — you should have seen it, Mamma. A body without a head, still moving, blood still flowing through its arteries. It really was a most beautiful sight, the bell jar was splashed with loads of blood, and I licked it in a sign of victory.

I have destroyed my house and upturned my memories. My antennae are too weak; my eyes are completely blind. I swallow everything I find in my way, and I don’t care if I swallow him, too.


I have no more time to remember, to reinvent myself, to let the tapeworm move its body and make me a spectator of my past.

I have no more time.

Because now, I’m sure of it, nothing is the fruit of my imagination and my fear.

Now everything’s real, palpable.

If my fantasies touch me now, I’m no longer afraid, because now I know that they’re here to help me. They’re here to let me live unscathed or else to make me live in an abyss for the rest of my life.

For me, one life has the same value as another. If he isn’t here, one fate weighs as much as another.

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