“life’s disappointing,” murderbot thought. she was sitting in an ox skin chair, high atop her tower. she opened her deathbox slowly, it smelled like roses. there was a skull inside it. inside the skull was a gold key. it was dusty. moth guts are like dust. there was a song that reminded her of ten years ago. she was young then. now her friends were dumb. the tombstone said “in memorium.” she wanted to be loved and she’d do anything to get it.If you enjoyed this post, make sure you subscribe to my RSS feed!