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I bite down on the thick, coarse fabric of the blanket to stifle the sob. It only makes the gagging worse. I swallow the acrid bile again. Choke it down. Keep it down. Bury it.
Let it all crumble and fall, deep down into the bottomless pit of my subconscious where I don't have to think about it. Push it off the cliff. Push it down. Hold it under water until it chokes and drowns and sinks. One with the sand and the silt at the bottom of the sea.
I had to use a combination of synonyms for today’s #WIPsnips. The word is #mire. I have sink, silt, and sand… an alliterative way to describe Cainen’s latest mental breakdown (he does this a lot).
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