Suicide Note – The Reneeissance

October 26, 2018

The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 4

I’m lying on my back with my legs spread out. Like a woman waiting to be fucked. Will it hurt? Will there be blood? I wear my skin comfortably, but my bedroom floor feels cold against my skin. I try to warm it up. It will have none of it. Thanklessly, the floor digs into my shoulder blades. I should […]

Renatta Renatta The Narrator 5 6 min read

September 16, 2016

If You’re Reading This, It’s Too Late.

This can only mean one thing; there is a dead body somewhere. And it is mine. I wish I could say that I am sorry. That I should not have done this. That I should have been strong-er. Bold-er. Or (more) vocal about what ails me. I wish I could tell you that I will miss feeling the sun stretching […]

Renatta Renatta The Narrator 0 4 min read

The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 4

If You’re Reading This, It’s Too Late.

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