Sara met a woman afraid of sadness.
Is the fear any better than the sadness would be? Sara asked her.
I can’t stop. It’s a loop that eats me.
At this point, Sara ate her and all that was left were two snakes that had been inside her. One pink and one brown. She picked up the brown one and kissed it. She wore it in her hair briefly and then released it. She picked up the pink one and went to kiss it but it bit her. The wound swelled and then hardened over years.
Sara, the pink snake and the wound got an apartment together but never got around to decorating. They took a class on self defense and flower arranging. Sara began to spend all her time arranging flowers defensively, but there was no room in the apartment to put them, so she lined them up out front. The lines became many, rows and rows deep. They went on forever. The pink snake came out and looked at them.
They’re so beautiful, it said. So creative.