I can hear them in my head, the voices. They’re everywhere inside and outside of me. I can feel them in me, taking control and never letting go. So much like the shadows only they hold no comfort for me. They torment me; inside they make it hard to breath, to cry, to do anything… Continue reading The voices’
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The Sacrifice
She lay there so delicately, her long brown hair cascaded across her bare, soft white shoulders and in the creases of the pillows. She slept so deeply he thought, as he leaned over her small frame and memorized every curve and crevasse, thinking how beautiful she must taste.