CRAWLING
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Last published Sat, Jul 5, 2025
The past doesn't run.
It crawls.
Slowly. On its knees and hands.
Through rot, through mud, through the filth I thought I left behind.
I grabbed it by the hair and slit its throat.
I watched it bleed out between my fingers, certain it was finally over.
But just when I allowed myself to breathe,
it whispered a name.
A name I had buried in the deepest, blackest corner of myself.
And with that one word-
it delivered the final blow.
The last cruel slap across my face.
A shadow slipped back into my life.
Not to haunt me.
But to rewrite my future in blood-
and rip apart everything I built in the ruins of who I used to be.
Trigger Warnings:
This story contains intense scenes and themes that may be difficult for some readers, including:
Violence, graphic descriptions of abuse, sexual assault, blood and gore, psychological trauma, self-harm, drug use, kidnapping, strong language, death, manipulation, and mental health struggles.
Please read with caution and take care of yourself.
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