Stories tagged “BUT I DON'T REMEMBER HOW TO SPACE PROPERLY”

  • Trauma and Drink and Religion, Oh My!

    (Blame the rum). God damn, I dreamed that I swallowed a pin. And the point took my throat and my voice all at once. And I lay in my bed as my own brother hammered out my brains. And the blood made the walls the sweet colour of Autumn, and abuse, and ali…

    Posted 4 years ago