The Shrug

‘Most often, someone who violates a fairy perimeter becomes invisible to mortals outside and may find it impossible to leave the circle.’ (Wikipedia – Fairy Ring)
Exhaustion gnawing at my bones. Tiny bugs eating into my marrow. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Falling to the ground I bury my face in the grass. My nostrils filled with the smell of earth. I am grateful for the lifeline it throws me – anchoring me to something solid. Without it I know I would drift away. A dandelion clock caught by the wind – tiny parachutes scattered, parts of a whole separated forever.
I am invisible. My worth in negative equity.
Fast Forward. Stages of decomposition. Flesh slipping from bone. Fluids seeping – nourishing the earth. Their faces contort as I am carried on the breeze – noses wrinkle and mouths droop. They still don’t see.
I am invisible. My worth in negative equity.

Amanda Bird

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