Wound.
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Last published Fri, Jul 15, 2016
Wound. is a choppily written experimental piece based around hybridizing free flowing, formless poetry and traditional paragraph-typeset storytelling methods. It focuses around a young adult navigating the complications of an abusive homelife, forcing him to balance on a tightrope of uncertainty. This story explores how long term stress and exposure to toxic adults takes a physical and mental effect on a developing mind, shaping the characters' entire world view in a negatively distorted image;
by fostering heightened anxiety and depression fueling suicidal ideations and stifling self-loathing, which in turn lead to bad choices in an attempt to surprises them - following a genetic path towards addiction. The chaos and instability create roadblocks that hinder advancement forward in fields of education and life building as other people in his age margin do, while wariness of others makes it exceedingly difficult to navigate personal relationships or maintain a healthy view of the crumbling world around them.
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