April 21, 2017

“I thought of destroying the man in the same way I thought of destroying anything warm. I imagined breaking skulls with rocks and hammers, cleaving the bone until the pink within spilled onto my hands. I imagined slicing and stabbing and tearing warm bellies open, pulling the skin aside in strips so that I could make a space large enough to fit myself—my hands, my head…”

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