Elle E. Ire

“I manage a low growl, then stop when a sigh echoes in my head. “Hey,” I say softly. “I appreciate what you’ve done. When I’m yelling at the face in the mirrors, I’m not yelling at you. It’s not you I’m angry at. You know that, right?” I know it now. A pause. I am, essentially, the metal and circuitry you persist in seeing. Sometimes it is difficult for me to tell at whom you are directing your disgust and hatred. I thank you for considering my feelings. Is that what I just did? Yeah, I guess it was. I’ve acknowledged VC1’s capacity for emotions in the past, but I don’t think I’ve ever taken them into consideration when I’ve acted before now. I allow myself a small grin. “I’ll try to do better with that. You are so much more than metal and circuitry.” So are you.”
― Elle E. Ire, Woven