By an Anonymous Chronicler of the Broken Spire
And on that night, when the prosthetic right leg finally gives out, and Lee falls like a broken spire into the chemical canal, Sexanastasia will kick once—powerfully, gracefully, beautifully—and swim away into the deep. Leg Sexanastasia Lee
"Did you see it?" the man asks.
Dear Torso, it will read. Thank you for the ride. But I've found a better rhythm. By an Anonymous Chronicler of the Broken Spire
Sexanastasia trembles. It knows she's lying. It wants her to lie. Because the truth is too terrible: the leg has been counting down the days until it can leave her. And Lee, in her strange, crooked love, has already written its farewell letter. Sexanastasia will kick once—powerfully