Dec 2, 2025
My madness writhes along my spine, a beaming red star pulsing under skin, scratching at bone like it wanted out
I paced the room, every heartbeat a hammer swing, every breath a trembling crack in the floorboards of my agony
The thing inside me thrashed, not a toe, but some furious shard of thought I’d let grow too sharp
In the end, I wasn’t sure whether I was breaking the hysteria or the hysteria was breaking me only that something snapped in a place I could no longer ignore
And I think I just broke my toe
