I let you in.
Into the darkest places of my soul. Into the dark, wet crevices and the webbed corners only cleaned for company.
I let you see the part that isn’t light – the me that toddles between them and they like a child on training wheels or a young lover consummating a relationship; a breaking of the blood for the very first time.
And consume you did. You grabbed my Self heavy handed by the throat and slammed it against the wall; fucking and foaming and cursing the Me I once knew. Choking the pain and tying the anguish of those that came only to slice and carve out a name for themselves. Another notch in the belt.
Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.