Her chest feels as if it’s full of crushed glass, her skin coated in thorns while her feet balance on nails. She cannot escape the phantom bruises, the unseen scratches in her skin where his nails dug and drew droplets of blood, carved his name in her flesh again and again. But she’s still okay. She’s still okay. —r.m | Excerpts #15
Carnal (The Blood Series, own work - @the-blood-series) moodboard.
Excerpt by @ibuzoo, entry for their edit challenge (five down, one to go).















