Breathe in, breathe out. It hurts so much. Can't take it any longer, need to get away.
All tagged blood
Breathe in, breathe out. It hurts so much. Can't take it any longer, need to get away.
I had been sitting at the front of the school bus when it happened.
She didn’t need fangs, and a cross wouldn’t have kept her away, only an unpaid co-pay.
Pinch your nose, I tell him. He’s half crying, half giggling as I wipe his hands and face, as I remove his bloody clothes.
I watch myself as I run through the apartment, screaming her name. This is a movie and I am not me but someone paid to be me who doesn’t quite know how to move in my body.