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A Gentle Mind

This is her body too, she’s allowed this; she deserves to feel good; this is a community, a life, a support system that a mind constructed to build itself back up again after its extinction event, its cataclysmic demolishing; this is her body too. She’s the phoenix of it all, the rebirth of the pain into a container filled with love. She’s never loved herself, but she loves them—even the difficult ones—they all exist for a purpose. It took her too long to get here.

Lithe fingers unbutton dark denim, doing curious strokes down her stomach and circling over her hips—it feels like an alien touch, an alien control, an embraced foreign influence. In her mind: let us help. You’re right. It is Hammerhead’s voice—it is Silvertongue’s voice, Pretty Polly, Driver 8, Driller Bill—-almost everyone at once, her mind a cloud of thick smoke like intoxicating laughing gas, turning her mind to soft mush at the touch of her alters.