Salivating paralysis. Her body left a wreck on the boulevard. Thin ghosts of rape slivers at her lips. Shimmering sleepwalkers. The beasts that hide within the walls their empty eyes the cups she fills. They prowl her adoration covered in sweat. Her neighbour's son. Her daughter's lover. A hell she can touch. At a supper lined with kin she sees her dreams. Monstrous shapes. Hulking fevered rapists. The hands of spectres.