Some Things Are Most Beautiful in the Dark

  1. Mother pressed the sweltering blade deeper into my left thigh, ignoring my scream this time. The blood was a thin streak of bluish-red. She sighed and wiped it off my thigh with her fingers. She raised my breasts…

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