Cramped thoughts of self loathing: things that cannot be done come together, crowding out the drop of perception that existed moments ago. Smoke curls around my mouth and down my throat, Dreading the manic screams that might take over if I don’t.
Upon waking, the spiders webs wrapped like iron around the skull. The tiny beasts caught inside my brain scraping and sucking the red pus, made when flesh and venom collide.
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