Brakes 3 (I suppose)

A few days ago, I spun into a full blown panic attack. During the attack, I was drenched from rain and splotted with mud and blood, having not been able to make it to a hose, let alone a shower before I broke. I knew that the blood on my feet was mine, but the... Continue Reading →

Brakes

I’ve no idea the time of day. Through the slits in the shutters it’s light, but dim. Maybe it’s cloudy or maybe we’re dipping towards the evening. I really have no idea. Although I can’t see them, I know my eyes are swollen because even that dusty blue light trickling in burns the backs of... Continue Reading →

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