1. They look like corpses. Their torsos are covered in scars. The only illumination comes from two candles on the ground. The men watching crowd out the light. Their shadows hover on the walls. The rhythms quicken. The women shake. Their mouths are toothless. The men feed them scorpions, jewel beetles, and broken glass. Behind them, little girls dance, their arms crossed above their heads and swaying like wings.
Ravel, unravel...
Ravel, unravel...
Ravel, unravel...
1. They look like corpses. Their torsos are covered in scars. The only illumination comes from two candles on the ground. The men watching crowd out the light. Their shadows hover on the walls. The rhythms quicken. The women shake. Their mouths are toothless. The men feed them scorpions, jewel beetles, and broken glass. Behind them, little girls dance, their arms crossed above their heads and swaying like wings.