by Steffi Lang
Why is there always lavender around your eyes, girl? They ask her, they ask her in peeling whispers. The fireflies flicker into her hands and make them translucent, plum blue veins showing through the pink shell of her closed palm. Twilight flakes softly in silver petals. “Maybe because the world is hollow” she says. And the fireflies fall out.
Steffi Lang is an English and Philosophy masters student. She loves language that makes her think of a strange world of diaphanous moths and sewers. Her favourite fruit is pineapple and her current favourite word is periwinkle.
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