Chapter 3:
HG's horrid shorts
The Thumping Under the Floorboards is Rhythmic
A Mouth Full of Stolen Teeth
The Wallpaper is Breathing Again
Static That Sounds Like My Mother’s Sobbing
The Jar Where We Keep the Eyes
Inherited Guilt Has a Physical Form
The Mirror That Shows Who Is Behind You
A Symphony Played on Hollow Ribs
The Man Who Sewed His Shadow to Mine
Your Reflection Just Blinked
The Basement That Grows New Rooms
A Funeral for a Person Still Standing
The Script for Your Last Words
Something is Digging Up the Childhood Pets
The Ink That Tastes Like Old Blood
Why the Scarecrow is Facing the House
The Sound of a Door Unlocking from the Inside
A Collection of Scabs and Secrets
The Doll with the Human Pulse
Ten Fingers, But None of Them Mine
The Attic Where the Sun Never Reaches
God Left This Room a Long Time Ago
The Meat in the Fridge is Whispering
A Map of the Scars You Haven’t Gotten Yet
The Clock That Ticks Backwards to Your Birth
Don’t Look at the Gap Between the Bed and the Wall
The Postman Only Delivers Teeth
A Lullaby for the Unburied
The Skin You Outgrew is Still Moving
Everything You Love is Made of Wax
The Page That Writes Your Name in Real-Time
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