She said I won't curl up in a ball. She'll stretch this skin until it fits. Until the organs form and tendons grip. Until she has lips. Until she has wrists. Both keep their secrets. "I'll love who I'm not and hate who I've become" is the name of this chapter, her motto, her mantra. She's lonely when dreaming and smothered by breathing. Of all of her secrets none of them are worth keeping. It's the people's daily bondage she blames for her rotting, but her sickness is from a lack of motion. Shame on them. Shame on this game. Shame on them. I'll grow old. I'll take my medicine. I've come home. I'm no longer the host.
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