she carved battlelines in red across her wrists; the skin ruptured and bloomed into something more beautiful than she could ever understand. this was the war of lovers. this was a signal of surrender tucked away into the belly of her white bathroom. but as the world blurred around her in a spin of colors and lights, she realized she had forgotten to say, "i'm sorry."
secrets keep you sick.
- monstrocities
- newark, delaware
- reborn from the grimeslick thighs of the city.
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