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Submitted to Contest #294
Trigger Warning: Graphic DescriptionsThe tablecloth is made of my skin.I know I haven’t been given the ability to speak, so I offer you the rest of me.I’m barren. I have no gashes left in the open air.I am the wound.The entirety of my body is a bloodied mess. The remnants of my blood try to enclose the tattered nerves and bruised veins. They creep up in an unfamiliar embrace anyway. I have no blood left. The blood swallows the cold marble, below. Overlooked nerves wrap around my beaten neck. My lungs are now sucked in, devoid of any breath o...
Trigger Warning: Abuse and Mental Health: OCD Chapter One I’m still alive.I stretch my neck out of the window, and reluctantly draw it back, after the wind has slapped against the bruises on my cheeks, in a rather harsh way. The wind is lovely, until it isn’t. I find solace in the embrace of the breeze wrapping around me, until it slaps against my tattered skin. It is beautiful, if we don’t have it in excess. I force my head out again. The wind slashes against my cheeks and slides down my throat, uninvited, till I can’t breathe. I never l...
Submitted to Contest #293
Chapter One: 1974 Rumi didi’s body lies rotting in a corner of an abandoned field that used to hold both of us back till dawn, when we would refuse to come home till we finished a satisfactory game of tag. Her face is unrecognisable. Her head is bashed in. Her eyes are shut, drenched in her own blood. Her body lies away from her head. Her stomach has wounds carved by an abandoned axe. The gashes on her chest comprise strings of dried-up blood. Her thirty-rupee pants have been torn to reveal broken bones, beaten till brittle. Her left foot ha...
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