chocolate ice

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Once upon a time she lived. 
She breathed. 
She drank chocolate ice laced with glass, 
and scarred her throat from the shavings as they sliced thin ribbons of flesh piece by piece from her vocal cords.

One day she couldn’t speak.
The next day she couldn’t hear.
The third day she was found dead, 
ribbons of blood leaking from every pore within her frail body.

The End.

© Samira Wyld 2026