March 19, 2017

“I scratched into the man’s back: THIS MAN IS MINE. I wrote it so that if the man went missing and his body was found much later, I would be able to prove his identity. He was the man, he lived in the house with me. I wrote the message once, then traced over it three dozen times, scratching and scratching until the man’s flesh was ripped up. The scratches bled, then healed, then scarred…”

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