Journal

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?

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

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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.