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Linda Scarlett

I make monsters. Follow me to see what comes out... Imagine a girl who carries a severed finger in her pocket, or a woman who makes monsters from pieces of people. What if you saw a tiny woman sitting perfectly still, perfectly dressed. She opens her lunch box and starts to eat something. It is red, with white corn like pieces on the top. As your eyes focus, you see she is eating a piece of someone's jaw. And, the corn pieces are teeth. Monsters... they are everywhere.

Showing posts with label cocoon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cocoon. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Life...

Destruction.
Hibernation.
Transformation.
Out of the cocoon.
I am ready.
What has happened to me since I last wrote, changed me.

Forever.
Posted by Linda Scarlett at 10:20 PM No comments:
Labels: changed me, cocoon, destruction, hibernation, transformation
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Linda Scarlett
I never knew I could be a writer. I never knew it was possible. Then, one day I became one.
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