She could hide from her friends, she could hide from her family, she could hide from the world.
But she couldn’t hide from her own mind – the perverse, the wicked, the sacrilegious, the inhumane.
Soon it would come, this physical manifestation of all she would bury. It would claw at her, bruise her, mark her. It would drag her by her ankles out the front door and into the storm, out where the rain would fall so hard that the droplets felt like stones against her flesh.
Oh she could run from her own mind. But eventually it would find her and it would claim her soul.