From Highbrau Magazine: Dreams & Reality (Volume III, Issue IV)
“The last photo in the album must have been from the end of August. I didn’t recognize myself, and when I realized it was me, I was horrified. My face was gaunt. Grey skin puddled under my eyes in leathery bags. Taken from above, my eyes looked especially large compared to my body. The overall image looked like the lovechild of Tim Burton and Angelina Wrona. The worst part wasn’t my vacant stare, or my corpse-like skin. It was the abnormally slender fingers of my bony hand wrapped around my waist like the strings of a corset. My entire torso squeezed into a single fist, strangling my stomach, choking my intestines, holding my body hostage.”
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