She can feel the walls inside her ribs, pulsating lids blinking away the tiny, tiny space, how can she breathe when there is no way to escape? She finds no way to inhale against the stale plaster boar...
She can feel the walls inside her ribs, pulsating lids blinking away the tiny, tiny space, how can she breathe when there is no way to escape? She finds no way to inhale against the stale plaster boar...