I Need To Get Out.

This used to be my home. I felt comfortable here, it was my own private sanctuary against the injustices of modern day life. A haven. Now it’s a trap. The rooms are smaller than they used to be, and there is not enough space to stand. Every day the walls shift and move a little […]

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Salt Meat: Part Three

PART ONE | PART TWO She says it’s a game. He’s asleep, he won’t notice if we take the remote from him and watch YTV. Baseball is boring and he started snoring fifteen minutes ago so it must be safe. So we crawl across the living room, our matching track pants loudly scraping the carpet, […]

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