cws for referenced torture, questioning reality, and general unpleasantness. playlist here It starts – as it always does – with screams. Not based in memory, but the fabrication doesn’t make them any less real in the moment. Sometimes it’s the horses. This time, it’s her. The sounds of agony – of being tortured, just far […]
He throws his phone. Not out the window and into the canal like he wants to, nor against the wall. Just onto the couch before he stalks into the bathroom of his new apartment. He moved. Not because he needed to yet, but because he needed a distraction and that seemed hellish enough to make
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