Excerpt of Choking Butterflies

She loved to see her eyes because she loved the way they looked.  She loved the power that they held.  It was not out of insecurity or a need for reassurance that Jane committed this ritual.  It was out of pure thrill and enjoyment.  She knew that, with her eyes, she could elicit compliance, force intimidation, and very quickly convey excruciating disgust upon someone.  When not engaging in such an expression, the default setting of her gaze was nothingness.
Pleased and satisfied with what she saw, Jane returned the mirror to the intended position, able to see what was behind her.  She cared little what was back there.  She cared little about what was before her.  She cared little about anything outside of her own skin or, really, what was beneath it.

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