Velvet in grey drips from the walls.
Wet paint is choking.
Thirteen strikes thirteen.
When I can't inhale the poison anymore, I go to my sister's and listen to her sob into the phone in the bedroom next door.
YOU ARE READING
Entropy
Short StoryA story about love, despair, and chaos, told in fragments. Her screams echoed inside the glass coffin. I heard them. She scratched her fingernails bloody on the hard case that kept her inside. I felt the blood trickle down my own hands. She pounded...
