Dear fingers,
Stop itching for the knife. Stop itching for the rope. Stop itching for the razor. It's tempting, I know, but please stop. I don't want this. I never wanted any of this!
I'm trying so hard to resist but even now, every potentially dangerous object seems to coax you.
I'm sorry, I can't write much to you because I feel like even this pen could easily become the cause of my death.
YOU ARE READING
EPHEMERAL
Cerita Pendek[ inspired by twirlingwands' 'pithy' ] SHE WAS SORRY FOR THE INFLICTION DONE TO HER TEMPLE, THOUGH IT WAS NOT HER FAULT.
