Racism Has Them So Confused.

Racism has them so confused.

Okay no but what the hell do you mean it's the 30th of August? Can you, please, not?

Have you thought how Isabela and Luisa end up interhering different aspects of Alma's way to proceed (read as escape) trauma?

Isabela and Alma both strive for perfectionism and control. While Luisa and Alma place their purpose and self-worth on serving others.

Victoria Kozhushko, young Ukrainian artist, was killed today by russia. This is her last drawing.

Here we are

"If there's anything wrong, just leave it to me!" Wink "I can deal with..." Drip The sound cut off Luisa. And wake Mirabel scared once again. Extremely loud dripping, rang in her ears, sending cold waves down her spine.

Body horror warning

Mirabel leaned against the rails. Antonío's ceremony, the cracks... It swirled in her head like a painful drum. Too many things happened yesterday. Magic dying.. The thought made Mirabel gasp for breathe. 

"Hey, sis?" Mirabel winced at a low-pitched voice. 'Luisa' her mind registered. "About the yesterday..." Mirabel looked up, with how tall Luisa was she needed to lift up her head as much as possible. Luisa bit her lip, clenching her fists together.

she, blinked. "Do you know something?" Somewhere inside her soul, she felt delight crawling out of the ground. Dolores could've known something, and if Luisa...

Luisa's eye twitched. "NO!" She yelled way too fast, making Mirabel startle. Just an instinct, when somebody yells it's usually her fault. Her breathing quickened in panic. Luisa stated for a second, before her shoulders relaxed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." The older sister smiled, looking down at Mirabel. "I just meant to say," A muscular arm wrapped around her chest, pulling Mirabel up. Physical affectionate as always. "If there's anything wrong, just leave it to me!" Wink "I can deal with..."

Drip

The sound cut off Luisa. And wake Mirabel scared once again. Extremely loud dripping, rang in her ears, sending cold waves down her spine. Like her own bones, her core was crating it, rather than some outside source like Tía’s rain clouds drizzling over with anxiety that gripped onto Mirabel like a disgusting parasite that twirled inside her head. Rooting deeper and deeper with each passing moment. Unraveling her brain into thin stitches.

Luisa yelled in terror, the sound so loud Mirabel thought she would go deaf. She clenched her teeth, grinding them against each other. And looked down to where very terrified Luisa stared just a moment ago.

Mirabel’s skin, her clothes was… dripping. Melting like a lightened up candle. The wax… if she could call it this way ran all the way down her body. Falling onto Luisa’s arm, that started to lose form under the pressure of Mirabel’s melting skin. Only digging deeper into the mass. Mirabel tried to breathe but the air didn’t come in. Agony traveled with her doughed form, drops growing bigger.

Luisa tried to pull away, freaking out no less than Mirabel was. She tried to pull her arm out but Mirabel was stuck to her body. Wrapped her free bicep in attempt to pull her sister off herself. Which only caused it to get stuck as well, tugging Mirabel even more to her torso that kept melting with hers. 

“SEIP WE T’MS SOTRIY!” She… (they?) cried out, trying to detach their merged bodies. One of Luisa’s arms practically piereced Mirabel, buried inside her stomach. The younger girls could barely wiggle, let alone move or struggle. Attached too deep to Luisa’s way bigger frame. She wasn’t sure which heart was beating so fast it slammed the sound down to het tiptoes. Wax kept  clinging to Luisa’s equally melting body. Like a cheese inside arepa melted to the corn flour. Except that flour was melting the same way cheese did this time. Panic rose inside her chest, flooding her lungs until Mirabel couldn’t breathe.

“HMW OMRMINIT NOMOAK II SEOHLSET GO!” Their words clang against each other. Melting into illegible sounds. The same way their bodies did. Her heads spun in anxious trembling (why was she so worried about work?). As she did her best to at least comprehend the situation. Which didn’t work, only sending her spiralling deeper with each drop of her (their?) bodyies. Guilt wrapped around her in a big snake, squeezing. Fat and thick fangs gnawed into her neck. The problem with magic happened because of her, this happened because of her, Luisa was melting because of her. Hell, she just wanted to calm down her sister! (Wait no that was Luisa who tried to calm her.) Her thoughts turned into inconsistent bunch, alien memories that weren’t, couldn’t be, hers dug into her. Not just their body that kept turning into one more and more, no matter how much Luisa struggled to get Mirabel off themselves. No matter with her magically gifted strength. (Am I the one with the gift or you are?)

“WHAT?” She… Luisa… somebody of them turned around. Isabela stood in front of her shining door embroidered in flowers. For the first time in her life, Mirabel thinks she can see her eldest sister terrified. Hands tensed to hard that the outlines of bones were visible. Eyes widened at the sight. Not like either of them can blame her. 

With some effort, they managed to mutter “Help!” their voices layering together. Mir- Lui- (who’s body touched the ground? I have no idea! Why is it so hard to separate?) They took a limped step to Isabela. They weren’t close to her sister, definitely not as close to each other (even before… this). But right now, they needed help.

Vines grabbed onto them, pulling body in different direction. Just for a second before wax drops run onto it. Making the greenery melt just like them. And if before Isabela was visibly scared, now she was even paler. So much that seeing it without context shes would assume Isabela was sick.

Another step. A colourful spot fall onto the floor. Isabela swallowed, stepping back. “You… don’t come near me!” She exhaled, visibly shaken by the sight and a thought tat she might join into this mess. 

Mirabel.. or Luisa, they weren’t sure, tilted her head (does it even matter now?) taken aback, maybe even insulted. Asking for help (Wait it’s not Isabela’s job to help everyone? It’s yours…mine?) They tried to focus, think which one of them was who. Their consciousness slipped together until it was barely possible to realize which one thought of anything. Which part belonged to Luisa and which was Mirabel? It merged with their bodies and didn’t want to get off each other the same way their melting bodies couldn’t get off each other. No matter how much the bigger part (they assumed it was it, it could move more freely) tried to tug off the smaller one. Would this even work? It… It wasn’t just their bodies.

It were them. Their entire existence stopped being separate entities. (FUCK, STOP THIS LET GO OF ME! Who was screaming? perhaps, both of them). For a moment they looked themselves in the eyes. Desperate to get.. themselves. Instead whatever it was. They couldn’t call their body neither like Luisa nor Mirabel. Not like it was important at all. Again, they didn’t know if ‘Mirabel’ supposed to be bigger or smaller part. Was Luisa the one to embroider or no? This felt internationalizing. With each drop melting between two parts, their existence became more and more merged. They couldn’t call themselves sisters, anything separate. Not knowing who was whom.

They just stayed together.