felt so visceral that i had to turn of my computer as the miasma was suffocating me and making me cry
i havent touched it ever since

i recommend it, despite not having finished it myself
i know its good

"I am a cute girl and this is happening to me probably for that reason alone."

on transgenderism, desire, something beyond survivor's guilt, visceral delusions and how we believe them. the prose is impressively similar to the thought processes one maintains during a nightmare or breakdown, a burst of base observations spotted with uncontrollable terror. protagonist Marisol is a prisoner to her own memories, haunted by an ultimate betrayal. it's difficult to see the other perspective.

vncup attracts incredible talent once again! i hope to get to other entries once emotionally ready.