Tell Me How I Look

She ponders saying more to Isadora. About how, beyond recent events, she’s been feeling deeply lonely. Winter makes nights longer, giving her more time to be outside, but that only highlights how much time she spends solo. She can go for an entire day without speaking to anyone. She needs a release, but she’s never been one to let that happen in the form of words.

So she keeps her mouth shut. The energy inside her transmutes. Turns from an unbearable buzzing into something sparking, like kindling just about to catch.

Struggling to cope with the aftermath of her encounter with a White supremacist, Meg spirals into self-destructive behavior before reaching out to Isadora, her on-again, off-again girlfriend. After all, if she wants to feel seen, a medusa can do all that and more…