Deathless

or, "Dancing on the Edge of the Knife": You can't spell erotic without rot.

It wasn’t until tomorrow that I knew where I’ll be living next month. Everyone is afraid for me, but I refuse to be. The thing about faith is that you have to keep it even when it doesn’t make sense to anyone, yourself included. All I’ve known thus far is how I’ll be living: just as I wanted: dancing on the edge of the knife.

Be careful what you wish fo…