It’s eerie. I lay awake at night as the monster rips at my skin. I have to do what everyone else can do despite the monster. Me and the monster are not friends. But, when people poke at the monster …
The Way it Speaks, Salem Verrie
My body knows a different language. Not that I can’t understand it, but my surroundings are completely lost. When my body says “sit” and I deny it, it is not shy to pinch me as a punishment. My body doesn’t …