July 5, 2017

“When I felt that I was beginning to slip inside my skin, to go careening down the tightness of vacant mental hallways, to stab myself in a thumping ball of gelatin within my brain, I thought of those things I knew were true: […] I was sometimes afraid of the dark, not of the dark itself but of what might have been breathing just near me, its mouth wet and black, its throat endless…”

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