Status: On hold
Infection
.2
She is sitting beside me right now, whispering in my ear of her secrets. I don’t know her yet, and neither do you. She says no one really knows her but now, one day they will. Everything that hides in the dirty corners of her mind will be aired out and cleaned and folded up into little boxes to tuck away into the attic of her mind.
She has curly hair and a small pale face. She hasn’t told me her name yet. Her lips are bloodless but still, they open and form more words of a story I probably don’t want to hear.
She has curly hair and a small pale face. She hasn’t told me her name yet. Her lips are bloodless but still, they open and form more words of a story I probably don’t want to hear.