Her Series: Breathe.

Gears

 

Metal grinding metal, in her chest, in her lungs and heart. Shes not real, not really here. The air taste like metal, she opens her mouth to speak, and her words cut her down. Nothing hurts more, and it doesn’t matter, she won’t feel it long after.

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