Sequestered ((Solo))

[DarkDelights]

The Woman tittered as her toes traced elaborate and nonsensical patterns in the green waters of her sanctum. “How long till dawn?” she wondered. Sometimes it felt like mere moments. On occasion, it felt like the true sum of eight-or-so hours of complete rest. She hoped for the latter.

She contemplated her belly-button.

How delightfully curious!

In real life, she didn't have one. There was no trace anymore. Not to say, there was nothing there.

In real life, her ears were pierced, for better or for worse. Her skin vandalized. She had three eyes. Four, if you buy into chakras.

In real life, her chalky bones broke when the wind blew, and had a strange texture she could faintly make out through her skin.

In that one fictitious room, she was whole for as long as she could will herself to death. Summarized in that short moment, was the closest thing that the Woman in Black could describe as “an acceptable way to spend eternity.”

She contemplated her belly-button some more.

In real life, the remnants of an umbilicus marked a human's rough center of gravity. The midst of the Witch's taught stomach, was an 'X' of red yarn, sewn slightly too tightly. The string twitched as if alive when pestered. If cut, the frayed ends of yarn burrowed aggressively into the flesh of her belly and sewed themselves anew. It was an agonizing process made all the worse for the yarn's tendancy to get caught on practically everything. The Witch wasn't entirely sure where, if anywhere, the yarn actually anchored inside her body, but she had her suspicions.

Yes! How nice it must be, to have a belly-button.

And with a swish of her toes and a splash of green water, she put the matter to rest.

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