Hannah Wright

Blood and Dew

No matter how hard I try, I cannot stop looking at it... I turn away but I can still see it, on the walls, on the floor by my feet, behind my eyelids. It’s everywhere. I haven’t slept in days, I lie awake clutching onto it as if it was a part of me. My stomach growled in hunger, I can’t even hear it roaring like thunder anymore. My ears are trained on the black book, I cannot speak....