Flesh and Blood

“I am flesh and blood” The words come softly. Her face pressed against the laminate wood flooring. Sprawled on the floor like the squashed remains of a fly; wings broken, body twisted. It seems to convulse with the remainders of life. As she chokes through the sharpened lumps in her throat. The tide of sordid... Continue Reading →

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