Flesh of My Flesh
To be eaten. To have the hands that have mediated your way through the world be involuntarily decomposed, to have the bodily...
I've been writing since the second grade, but I'd say it was those angsty junior high years that really cemented my love for it. In that time I've gone back and forth on whether I prefer prose or screenwriting more, come around on poetry, and tried my darndest to get better at coming up with titles.