- Vol. 05
- Chapter 06
Cutting the ropes was easy They were frail anyway: Not free, not terrified. Having to pull the words like milk teeth from a child's gum was so much harder, My scream became a whimper. The light was weak though, No one could read the stories carved into my skin when I crushed the raw words with both hands. Like this frightening city I am calm and empty now. Waiting for my words to grow back I smile toothless into the foggy dawn.