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  • Writer's pictureAmelia Sides


Bands of steel wrap my chest, compressing me. A lead vest that’s no longer armor, simply weight to drag me further down. When did my defenses become prison walls?


This beehive in my chest, buzzing under my skin. My bones vibrate and hum. Let me tremble. Crumble to dust and release the swarm.


Wrapped in a dark embrace, fangs at my neck and heated growl in my ear. Breathe shuddering, I gasp as heat licks my skin. Molten and burning, my bones ache.

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