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@salmawysalma on X / Ethel Cain, UNPUNISHABLE
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TW: sex, graphic violence, implication of SA
𝖎. SHIBARI
RESENTMENT SITS BETWEEN HER TEETH in the form of a lit cigarette: she can't decide whether it's herself as a whole she's so uncomfortable with, or the parts she's leeched from others that she can separate with the sharpened point of a knife. Nonplussed, she takes another drag in a half-assed attempt to destroy both and looks through the prison-bar railing of her fire escape, her brown eyes black in the night.
For the briefest moment, the young woman feels sick—a promise had been made, once upon a time, to stop. To be better. She had meant it, too, earnestly and with good intention, genuine intention even, if you wanted to stretch it that far.
But that was what the truth was with Sierra Reva: something to be stretched, to be tied and untied like a rope, to be a noose placed around her neck, or yours. The last few years had presented a very open-and-shut case as to why Sierra, and her word, could not be trusted. What were the reasons, again? Her numerous breakdowns, volcanic in nature, and periods of relentless self-destruction? Or the empty promises that punctuated the spaces between her excuses, her I'll get betters and this won't happen agains and—don't forget—the classic you can trust me this time.
