Song among the pine. Cones and needles lie atop the dark soil. They will come for me. With searchlights streaming through the cedar trees. . Cold ash smother the fire.
Then she dances. Skirt swaying in the half-light. She dances. White blossom in the black sky. . I need new clothes, she thinks. New skin, a mind I can bear to live in.
At seventeen I heard my calling. To suffocate with my embrace. Murder ten to save a hundred. Drown the whole world in my faith. . From a long line I descended.