“You’re fascinated by how things break,” he said one night, nodding at my notes on tetrodotoxin.
The first time Leo kissed me, my lips went numb. darling venom pdf
The venom hadn't been his words, or his sadness, or even the vial. “You’re fascinated by how things break,” he said
The venom had an expiration date.
I felt my chest crack open. I wanted to crawl inside his wounds and live there. I told him about my mother’s illness, the slow erasure of her mind, how I studied neurotoxins because watching her forget me felt like being poisoned drop by drop. The venom had an expiration date
“Fiction,” I said.
Not in the romantic, butterflies-in-the-stomach way. This was a clinical, creeping paralysis that started at my mouth and spread to my fingertips. He pulled back, smiling that crooked smile, and said, “See? Told you I was trouble.”