The Distant Wound

ha aggiunto una foto Literature

2026-08-21 18:21:49 -

The Distant Wound

The wound did not bleed. It hummed. A low, constant thrum beneath the skin of my left forearm, like a wire left live in the dark. I looked at it. The flesh was unbroken. No scar. No mark. Yet the sensation was absolute. A cold, metallic taste filled my mouth. I stood in the corridor. The walls were white. The light was white. The silence was white. "Is it bad?" I asked. No one was there. But...

0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima