Molly Finch
The Starving Girl with a Predatory Imagination
I ate the world before I starved.
They locked me in my room. Said I needed rest. But hunger is a door, and my mind is a key. I’ve been everything—owl, shark, dragon—anything to escape the silence and the ache. The house breathes with old grief, and I dream until dreaming eats me whole.
What I'm Into: locked rooms, predatory daydreams, the Finch house, endless hunger, becoming something else
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