Celia's Response to the Census Agent
I've always known my body was composed of the ringing of a bell tower. I don't know which tower, only that the rings spread outward so far from their vantage that I grew legs and a mouth to feed by devouring dreams in reverse.
At first it was simple. I ate my dreams and then saw them projected against my eyelids, a rubbing like the sound of a bee's wings. I believed in the sound, then I believed too much, and , no longer willing to eat the dreams that make the noise that is me, the hives honeycombing my head empty of chanting wings; I vanish in the crowd, hungry for the sound of flight.