March 8, 2017

“I carved up my thighs. It was an accident. I said: I cut myself accidentally. In that way, I made it true. It was an accident that I decided to prove I was separate from the house. I remembered walking inside the house but just in case, a splash of blood would remind me better. I found a rusted nail between two floorboards, held it by the head, and raked its sharp point over myself. I carved deep into my skin, layer after layer, and I bled thickly…”

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