• Isabella Sevilla

Death Drive

“…Everyone chased their own past. Maybe that’s why planets are round, for living things to give a chase down to their own behinds. She sat there waiting for the world to end. How easily could this ship go down? The intrusive thoughts of her death drive drove her crazy. How long could she be in the spiral of ants…” -Chapter 18 of my new novel.

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