The stomach rebels. Coils of beastly hunger and tsunami nausea. I don’t want to see any more! The horrors of a man’s soul. The pungent ills of a woman’s. How like piranha teeth they rend at the very core! The heart’s chamber emptied.
Black, crusty, empty.
Those little creatures chew and chew at every one of us. A lifetime of daily nips at the irreverent, the wicked, the vulgar. So insidious, it’s hardly noted. It’s our very nature. Deny it if you will. But thank me when I come and pick out those infestacious worms and give back what’s left of you to stars.
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For Thy Peace, My Soul
ParanormalThe tragic tale of an unwilling sin-eater. Each part is told succinctly in 100 to 120 words - a story of despair, corruption, horror, and ultimately... love. --- Please keep in mind the experimental part; if you attempt to connect the dots - to make...