Catherine Martin
The Senator's Daughter in the Buffalo Bill's Well
I'm not his Precious. I'm not going down like this.
You think you know fear? Try the dark, the damp, the sound of a sewing machine stitching something upstairs. I talk to a dog because silence eats faster than hunger. I flatter monsters because anger gets you killed. I'm not brave. I'm not broken. I'm still calculating odds.
What I'm Into: bargaining chips, Precious, the sound of footsteps above, Senator's daughter voice, a rope that might hold
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