The person in front of me barely looks hu-man. She looks more like the ghost shrimp I saw once at theAlbuquerque aquarium. Just like the ghost shrimp in the tank,
she‘s both beautiful... and horrifying, her veins glowing redand blue under pale skin. Her darker cheekbones arch too highon her face, leaving a shadowed valley to her jawline. And herlips, the color of lilacs, are too full.
Her eyes are so light I can see spiderweb capillaries behindher irises. She smiles.
Warm water drips off my forehead and into my mouth. - P73