Self-Inflicted Bruises
art by North
inspired by the fic Self-Inflicted Bruises
written by Zombielimeade
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I look up at the rusted joints barely supporting the hundred-pound chains and my added 125 pound self and wonder, for a brief moment, if I could snap them just right again.
I told you once that it was lonely, being me. Here's a perfect example of it. I'm alone, on a swing set that is in need of a replacement, thinking about how I die all the time. Of all those times I've died, not one of them has been a suicide—not in the slightest bit have I ever desired to die so badly that I cut out the bad universe karma and do it myself.
- excerpt from Self-Inflicted Bruises
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