Status Updates From Wilder Girls

“I start to know what the rope is for. But I don’t do anything. I sit so my legs are tucked under me. I watch the Tox go to work.
On his knees. A rope into a noose.
His eyes never close. His grip never changes. He is pulling right until the end.”

That hurt :/

“Smiling. His mouth open, something starting to move behind his teeth. Shadowed, delicate, and there—there—a vine crawling out from inside him to curl around his lip. Like the kind that slink across the fence at Raxter. Like the kind that drape from tree to tree.”