OOPS
BLUR IS ALL I see, belting at two-hundred miles per hour, I reach out and touch the ripples, zapping me like an electric fence. I force my brain to slow down, slamming on the drunken brakes sending a wave of sickness through my body.
I stand on my porch with a handmade noose weaved between my dry, blistering hands. Not wanting to remember how I got here, I tightly close my eyes and sink deep into the urgent darkness of The Pit.
VOLUME ONE
“You were not exactly faithful yourself,”
- Violet.