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by
Leigh Rivers
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September 2 - September 3, 2025
Your daughter tastes fucking delicious, he signs. Too bad she’s all mine.
My girl never needs to worry about anyone hurting her, because her wonderful, ex-con, apparently psychotic brother is free and keeping her out of harm’s way.
Babies are just reincarnations of the devil
Ridiculous—I don’t want to kill her; I want to crush her. There’s a difference.
“Run, little stranger.”
They killed my fucking spider, the assholes.
“The itsy bitsy spider,”
“Accept my v-version of love. Pl-ease. I love you, Ol-l-l—”
He’s my forever. My heaven and hell.
“Run, little stranger.”
Every day and night, we would hide under my bed. He was my best friend. But he never ever spoke, so why would I? He was happy without using his voice. I could be happy as well. He was my comforter. My protector. If he could conceal his voice and be brave enough to hide under my bed and not cry, then I could too.
