My wrist has a rhythm, a gentle but persistent pulse as the injured nerve endings cry out in unison. Terror fills the veins, the blood, the severed tissue. Layer by layer as the wispy fibers that allow your skin to be an ironclad wall begin to quiver. Trembling, the echo of stell gnashes and gnarls... Continue Reading →
"That walk home severed any ties I had to those people, and once again loneliness settled in."
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“Do you remember when you loved me?”
"The sounds flood through the canals and the sting of iron washes over my tongue."
"The original personality, Lauren, stopped aging at this age, and she hasn't really been seen or heard from since."
"The message has been received. The message has been printed onto a sign."
"Giving up is not something I take lightly, and making a conscious choice to do it again is a toss up for me."
"They knew I was sick, and that surrendering that day would have been a mercy killing."
"I'm not talking a little campfire that you toast your little smores' over."
The Borderline 