MiMo’s Reviews > Psycho Beasts > Status Update

You knew things weren’t well when everyone started embracing.

After my tenth bread roll, my ire calmed down. I was no longer ready to launch a bloody rebellion; a small uprising would do. After my fourteenth chocolate-chip cookie, I magnanimously decided no one needed to die. They just needed some maiming.

I needed a hot bath and a mountain of warm bread with butter.

I would murder someone for a hot bath and a smutty book.

I’d learned how to appear happy, long before I’d learned how to actually be happy.

For it’s the tortured who inherit the sky, With gaping wounds, they learn to fly.