Another brave soul capitulates; here be dragons. Everyone faces their greatest horror in good time, just so long as they keep on living. Many like myself will not be deterred, opting to embark upon a pilgrimage of pain. Questioning what remains in my soul thickens and sets up my very blood with xanthan gum. You're next, o zealous one.
NaPoWriMo day 10...an abecedarian poem. Haven't felt this much like a contortionist since I wrote an acrostic. ;)