Anne Rice meets H.P. Lovecraft meets the angstiest millennial alive: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/505462
My scalp itches, with the two-centimeter grease, clumping my hair in awkward positions. I try to adjust it, but if I do not bathe, it will not align itself correctly. As my analytical eyes examine the…
I’m leaning forward, so my chipped nails graze the tiled floor, chapped lips kiss blushed knees.
I stretch, trying to reconcile my slipping consciousness with a brand new day. “Why…?”