This sucks. I lost track of how long I’ve been in this cell. The manacles around my wrists and ankles weigh me down and have cut and…
Failing, falling, colliding with space Existing, surviving but no permanent place.
Sacred jails with no locks,bars coated in fear,forced to face the other prisonersas they babble on aboutthe never-ending nuancesthey…
Under the red neon she shivers asanother seven-thousand yen worth offlesh slurries across the parking lot.Her brain twists…