Lady Pincushion and the Circus of the Dead

I choose a patch on the ceiling and stare until my eyes lose focus, same way they tell you to look at those dumb 3D eye pictures. How when you’re not really looking you can see everything. My breath slows, deep to the pit of my stomach, a barely there breeze grazing my lips. Counting … Continue reading Lady Pincushion and the Circus of the Dead

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