The Battle — Brownian Emotion

Margaret clutched tightly to the cold porcelain edge, bracing against the clenching beneath her ribs. She felt the familiar burning gather in her throat at the sweet spot between her clavicles. Acrid tentacles had slithered up from her stomach singeing the flesh as they went, leaving their bitterness upon her tongue. Her mouth pooled with never […]

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