The End is Night

Witness Protection

"I’m in a literal Norwegian wood. I’m bleeding. All I want to do is bleed. I don’t want to talk. I feel my middle: it’s doing its job. The blood goes where it has to, surly and quiet. I feel like a married woman leaning against the kitchen wall, glaring at her husband. Talking with her eyes..."

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