Unravel Me

“Poor little thing,” says a woman in a hushed voice. “It would be best if she forgets what happened.”

And so I did. As I sank into the sightless, soundless, motionless void of a drug-induced coma, I tugged away that memory as if I were tugging at a loose thread, little knowing that I was unraveling the entirety of my brief existence. Because who are we without our memories?”

– Dark Companions by Marta Acosta

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