As someone who’s done my own time with self harm, this struck me in the heart.

By Sara Codair She strokes a shard of blue glass. The raging ocean has worn its edges smooth and frosty. It’s like a frozen gem, reflecting light from the dying sun. Tracing the outlines of strange symbols, she has a vision of the object’s last interaction with humanity: A rag-clad woman slashes her wrist. Blood […]

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