Outside the wind shivers and blisters.
Rips through the leaves, tears down walls inside me.
Page 99
Why is it always page 99, why don’t I push through the barrier? Silken skin like a womb. I want to soar through.
Not for me, not today, I want more.
Much more. Can taste it, on the back of my tongue. Sweet and thick, rich as blood. Bite on the skin, piercing my way into the womb of words.
Go ahead.
Let everybody else fight their way out. I’m gonna win this battle on the inside.
Where I belong.
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