Sometimes when we’re in agony, it’s not easily perceptible, it slithers in between our skulls. This short story is about what it feels like when the body and mind fracture and your soul is the last thing to be cut. When your demons don’t just patronize you, they invade, curled up in the crevices of your lungs and throat. “Strapped” is for anyone who’s ever felt like they’re not good enough, or that they are never truly seen, it’s for those who have lost themselves and it seems that brokenness is all they know.
Category: Flash Fiction