Coalescence

Reduction linocut in response to short story “She Who Cannot Be Contained.”

“She Who Cannot Be Contained” (excerpt):

“A barely-born daughter, I was wrenched from my cave, slipping loose from the outer skin. Behind me is the memory of another body, never born at all. My squall splits the silence; my layers peel back and away, off my shoulders like hard wings that flicker behind me in the wind. The word that comes to mind is muscovite. It splits into sheets, thin panes to peer through, glass-like. Peel away the lacquered exoskeleton, and the light shines through.

Later, I hang skins over the cave-mouth, wish I had never left.”

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