"No," Lee lies. "Just the usual. Shadows. Regret."
And on that night, when the prosthetic right leg finally gives out, and Lee falls like a broken spire into the chemical canal, Sexanastasia will kick once—powerfully, gracefully, beautifully—and swim away into the deep. Leg Sexanastasia Lee
Dear Torso, it will read. Thank you for the ride. But I've found a better rhythm. "No," Lee lies
Lee was a dancer once. Now, she was a collector of lost things. Sexanastasia will kick once—powerfully