i have been left for dead.
i have been left crouching in a corner on the kitchen floor, holding my stomach where a black hole has formed. my intestines form a spiral galaxy above me. pools of my tears burn above me like molten stars. yet, my gaze is focused on my heart. my heart that you used as a pin cushion. …
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to darkhouse to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.