Status: On hold
Infection
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The memories scorch her like a match against her bare skin and she forces her head into her pillow to let out the screams building inside her, pressure collapsing her veins. She can almost feel his voice in her ears, his breath on her neck, a sigh of I love you.
She struggles in her bed sheets, something like bile burning in her stomach, as she rolls over and presses her hands hard into her cheeks. Too-loud pants escape her lips and spoil the air with the rotted depth of her feelings. Her fingers itch. Her blood throbs in her ears and her toes, screaming desperate stories of agony.
She squeezes her eyes shut and inhales – one, two, three – exhales. But her mind is already caving in and she can’t help but think that maybe the insanity is finally taking hold and turning her inside out.
She struggles in her bed sheets, something like bile burning in her stomach, as she rolls over and presses her hands hard into her cheeks. Too-loud pants escape her lips and spoil the air with the rotted depth of her feelings. Her fingers itch. Her blood throbs in her ears and her toes, screaming desperate stories of agony.
She squeezes her eyes shut and inhales – one, two, three – exhales. But her mind is already caving in and she can’t help but think that maybe the insanity is finally taking hold and turning her inside out.