So, when I think about Ms B, I imagine intelligent chaos – something that is contagious misrule. But personified in a ghoulish form around a surreal mind. She exists outside time, so her references might be anachronistic. She is never kind. She understands everything, but it isn’t important to her whether other people understand her. She’s a jinx – she causes bad things to happen. She perverts things, literally.
“Through her pretty black lips burst purple gums, swelling through her face like the dislocated jaws of a shark. Studded into the bulging maw were a cacophony of jagged razor teeth, some blunted knives, others needle spines, still others misshapen fangs and tusks: her mouth was a violent, mad managerie.
“And then she kissed me.”
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