Scalding water beats on my back, pelts of lava rolling down my body. I moan as all my muscles finally relax from the day. The timer I set for my hair ...
I first drank blood when I
was six years old,
it was Jesus’ in a
goblet and I held it to my
lips like that was my baptism,
sacred and holy and
...
I stare at the clock as my mind swings between erratic and still, uneasy yet excited. I figure enough time has passed by now, it’s too late to come ...
