by J-S-Wynne
My soul is water.
In which a mirror world is reflected.
And in the waves of it, my dimly shaped self
reaches closer to the surface, and our fingers touch, and withdraw.
We are a changeling and a human.
We will never meet.
I was always good at imitation. I would mimick something I saw, until it became second skin to me. I thought that was how all people became humans. Who knew I was a changeling in disguise, donning a mask to hide from you.
With this book I have turned the mask around.
Changeling
/ˈtʃeɪn(d)ʒlɪŋ/
noun
© J-S-Wynne 2024-07-01