Alone With You in the Ether

by Olivie Blake

If you could open only one part of me for your consumption, for your delectation, for the whims of your carnivorous mind, which part would you wish to see?

She stared at herself in the mirror and thought: My eyes are too big, everyone will know I’ve seen everything, they’ll know I saw the universe itself. They will look at me and they’ll think: This poor girl, she knows too much, she can’t go back. “I can’t go back,” she whispered to herself, refreshing a curl with a twist around her finger. Okay, her wide eyes said, okay, fine. Then get ready to move forward.