Monster Girl Dreams Diminuendo • Extended & Safe

The room doesn’t answer.

And the dream answers: No. Stay.

She is seventeen feet tall, give or take a vertebra. Her horns curl inward like a question she has forgotten how to ask. Scales the color of a dying star flash beneath a too-thin nightgown. In the dream, she is always trying to fit inside a room built for someone else—a classroom, a café, a childhood bedroom with a twin bed her tail spills off of like a wounded river. monster girl dreams diminuendo

The dream always starts the same way: a sound like a cello being drawn across the ocean floor. The room doesn’t answer