Concerning the works of Room 13: Osseous,

All artwork and words are original to
Hannah Carpenter Pitkin unless noted otherwise.

3.2.12

annabell, or anonymous young

It was as if she didn't hear me. My hands were over my mouth, but my temperature and volume made them sweat. I let it drip over her forehead and watched it peel through her eyebrows and drown her lashes as if they were tears of her own. She didn't say a word, she didn't look up or open her mouth. I saw her lips paling and shrinking slightly, like I was watching a flower die. Her hair was thin. She was screaming, now. No one else could hear her. But I had to run from the room. I had to run.

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