from Franny Billingsley’s Chime

from Franny Billingsley’s Chime

The moonlight slipped and shifted beneath my feet; my legs dissolved into mud. The swamp has no beginning, it has no end, it’s all fringes and wisps and foreverness.

I was porous. I had my own fringes – my ten fingers, my fringe of mucky toes.

It was September 29, it was Blackberry Night, and I dissolved into the swamp. My naked foot merged with iris and orchid and lily. My frock of moonbeams purred against my legs. The earth quivered as I ran, I quivered as I ran, as I ran on spider legs of moonlight, in an ecstasy of fear, in a fear of ecstasy.

              from p. 221 of Chime by Franny Billingsley, Dial, 2011.

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