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26/Apr/2013

Where the Cracks Would Form

I just want to slam my fucking head against this wall until either head or wall crumbles. I shaved my head and I felt the skin there for the first time in years. I know how it will feel when I burst open. It will be pain and rapture. I can feel it when I close my eyes, the eggshell, how thin my bone is. When I rest my head against the wall imagining the strength I would need to tear it down, and you slam the door and the house shakes, I can feel where the cracks would form.

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6/Oct/2012

Nightmare Fuel October 2012, Day 5

They called the monster ‘the suicide box’.

“Just burn it down. Don’t talk to it.”

The suicide box was hardly big enough to sit in. It had no legs or wings or anything else that moved when it shouldn’t. A warning label said ‘will trap you in it with what you’re afraid of most’. Gus looked at the chair there and sat down in the chair, sweat breaking in his forehead, matches right there in his hands. A gust of wind and the door was shut. It was dark but he could make his own light. He opened his eyes.

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