Big-Sexy-Bellies

~nearing the end!!! p a r t e i g h t : limbo In the wake of war, the victor moves ahead into the open clearing of their unchallenged future, doing their utmost to ignore the finer nuances of violences left like dust beneath their boots, while the victims relegate their loss to mythology, quickly, before the pain rises far enough above their ears to drown their spirits. Or, in Matilda’s case, she pushes her loss away into the realms of a masochistic sounding “life wasn’t meant to be easy now, was it?” type one-liner, before the sense of humiliating failure can grow strong enough to flatten the story she tells herself about it. But it’s not for a lack of honesty. To anyone who asks her about what happened, she tells the truth – of course tactfully omitting the embarrassing parts about her grotesque intentions; most importantly how she fattened herself on purpose. Nobody can know about that. ‘Nobody can know about that, okay? I mean no-body,’ Matilda instructs him. Carlile