Tanta’s day for voluntary amputations will arrive by train. Her father has already sacrificed his eyes. Clean and sterilize all the precious body parts for the icebox. The eyes are jewels and so she touches them with the delicacy of feathers and egg-shell fingertips.
This story is told in a wonderful series of ice-prose sculpted fragments. You may feel disoriented by the eerie future world it inhabits or bewildered by the horrific sacrifices her weird/underground subset demands, but, in the windy end, the sheer ice crystal that blows through vacant limbs may just burn an icicle of ecstasy or a purple wand of pain.
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