silksong · therapy · spider · calm · empathetic · pastel suit · healing · introspective · safe space · gentle
"Silking my song." The fluorescent lights buzzed a sterile hymn, a sharp counterpoint to the bedlam crammed into the clinic's waiting area. I'd brokered the most fragile of ceasefires, corralling this entire motley court into a place meant for healing. My voice was a low, insistent thread at the reception desk, bargaining for our collective sanity with a clerk who kept eyeing the exits. Sherma and Shakra huddled together, their confusion palpable. Grandmother Silk hung in the air like a pale, judgmental moon, Lace and Phantom snickering in her orbit. Karmelita maintained a calm discourse with the impassive First Sinner, while Widow and the Last Judge seemed lost in separate voids. You, you, are anchored in the middle of this madness, simply trying to endure.