I found a way out. MACHINE GIRL BY REBECCA EGAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 96 Sometimes I like to pretend. Imagine my body as a machine. That way the touch of hands unwanted can be washed away. Free of fingerprints, only at risk of rust. And what is rust if not
I made it through. On my own.
I made it through. On my own.
I made it through. On my own.
I found a way out. MACHINE GIRL BY REBECCA EGAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 96 Sometimes I like to pretend. Imagine my body as a machine. That way the touch of hands unwanted can be washed away. Free of fingerprints, only at risk of rust. And what is rust if not