Im still conscious
Blood coming out of every orifice
That’s fine
Most of it’s still on the inside, I’m pretty sure
Thank god Im still conscious
I can still move my arm, I can use it to pull myself up
Up onto the counter
“I need…
the Twilight Sparkle Happy Meal…
please?”

Heaven in a Jar

Love quitting a job I hate, walking out is like feeling sunlight for the first time.

Exhausted, I press the muzzle to the back of the writers head.
His hair is thinning.
This is the third time he’s described the bodily maturity of a much too young girl.
This is the third time she’s spoken.
His fingers violating the letters, wolfish, too much detail.
Mine begin to move on their own