Camille P’s Reviews > This Is How You Lose the Time War > Status Update

I write to you in stings, Red, but this is me, the truth of me, as I do so : broken open by the act, in the palm of your hand, dying.

I imagine you reaching over my shoulder to correct my hand on a victim’s throat, to guide the braiding of a strand.

(Damnnnnn girlllsss)