Dear Jameson,

A man can dodge a bill for only so long.  I am beginning to pay.  For everything.  How long will it last?  Were you to add the lives I’ve torn my way through, you would have a ledger flowing with red.

Tonight the moon will be back.  It’s almost as if I can feel an animal growing inside me, bursting from my stomach, and then all parts of me, splitting my skin apart.

Were you older, I’d beg you to kill me.



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