February 6, 2016

“In the darkest parts of the house (where the light did not exist at all and we stumbled blindly, hurting ourselves when we struck walls and corners and one another), the man’s hair looked black, and then he was not himself. He was not any man I knew and so I was afraid of him while also wanting to slither over him. When the man grabbed me, my stomach flopped until I felt faint…”

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