She was fragile. And she was running.

She had to. There was no other option. That didn’t make it any less terrifying.

She loved the rush, even though it made her bones wobble and her skin shiver. Maybe that was the strangest thing about her — the way fear made her feel alive.

She tore across the wet, ruined grass, with no clear direction, clutching only at her purpose. The fierce wind slashed he...

Delusion is my dearest friend.

Delusion is my cruelest foe.

I wear it like a suit of steel—

shiny, cracked, a fragile glow.

It guards me from the jagged truths,

too sharp to hold, too raw to know,

but locks me in a silent room

where doors forget which way to go.

Inside, the echo keeps me close,

my voice returns not quite my own.

I trust the shadows more than light,

and waltz with lies I’ve alway...