Stretched Out on the Welcoming Ground: A Short Story

[guitar_mistress]

I cut a hole in my abdomen and let the caffeine riddled blood trickle out, seeping past my intestines and onto the already soiled floor. It collides with the mess I've created and becomes a permanent fixture; as if it were always there and forever welcome. What has become of me?
A smile somehow creeps across my face like this were any other day,

Comments

[queer_theory]

Is that icon of Leslie Feinberg?

[guitar_mistress]

Yup. Leslie's pretty much my hero.