<After all... doesn't fiction exist to free the mind? That's why I will crush you, too.

I swing the hammer.

There will be no war. There will be no revolution. There is no need for it.
Our existence is meaningless. But that's okay.
There's no need for a meaning.
We will not fight god. There is no need to.
It won't change anything.

No matter how wretched we are...
No matter how broken we are...
No matter how lost we are...

We will hold our heads high and march on.
Our stories will continue.>

"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.