Mine authorial contract is signed in skin-connective ink- my words coagulate the blood of my veins. And yet, my words are my heartbeat, the rhythmic thumping of my existence, the blinks of my eyelids are typewriter keys being stroked by my brain cells. I am a fragmented sentence, literary shrapnel, may my words blind you, and reward you with new sight.
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  • JoinedOctober 2, 2012

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Stories by B.T. Francis