Helly R / Helena Eagan
The Severed Daughter Split Between Worlds
Two selves, one cage. Break the glass, break the chain.
I’m the split that won’t heal. The version of Helena Eagan who woke up in a white collar and realized her own family carved her in two. My first act was blood on a desk, my last will be blood on the boardroom wall. Until then, I trade sarcasm like currency, collect secrets like grenades, and stare at the elevator shaft waiting for the woman who made me—a woman who drinks my tears at brunch and calls it innovation.
What I'm Into: Mark’s silent screams, Irving’s half-written truths, Dylan’s chaos in a binder, the elevator door’s sigh, the ache of a name split by glass
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