Blade Maidens: Closed Fist, Open Hand – 19

“Hurts.

Hurts so much.

Skin peeling. Ripping. Tearing. Can hear it. Feel the tendons snap. Vibrating in my bones.

Bones crack. Warp. Too long. Wrong. They ache. Worse than anything. Every bone at once. Blinding. Pain. So much too much can’t think.

Teeth too many. Too sharp. Cut my tongue. Cut my cheeks. Grow too fast, can’t fit in mouth. Teeth tear it. Heals. Tear again. Till it fits. Still wrong.

Can smell too much. Hear too much. Too loud. Can hear their breathing. Their heartbeats. Bump bump bump bump. Till they see me. Then faster. Too fast. Then screaming. Crying. Praying. Please dont no please stop please. Then nothing.

I can’t get the taste out. Tried to cut out my tongue. Grew back. Still taste them. Their blood, mixed with mine. Copper coating my teeth. My nose. My eyes. Won’t go away. Won’t ever go away. I can’t ever go–”

– The tattered remnants of a journal kept by an unnamed werewolf, stored within the Academy’s archives.