Flashy Friday: Underneath Her Skin

Underneath her skin she is so much more then the good girl she pretends to be. Not patient, not sweet, not gentle like Mother taught her. Underneath her skin there is fire, simmering her blood, bubbling the chemicals in her brain, crackling her fat, making rage plume like smoke from her ears and her nostrils. If she isn’t careful, the monster seeps out, twisting her hair like tentacles and lashing out at the world around her.

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