they call me m.
for the hands that stitched me back with rusted wire
my heart, meat-wet and shrieking,
crawled out of my ribs last night
and whispered, "write this down, or rot with it."
so i listened.
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01 Academy of Elites
Fantasy • Mystery • Action
Status: Ongoing
Pendletonia Academy, the pride of the "Academy City,"...
