otherworld pestilence

subconscious, please relent! dreams every single night for at least a fortnight, maybe more. some grotesque, some tiny, tiny, tiny-- couldn't catch them, and neither could my cats.

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another dream, notes

throat excised by lion. my own siphonage of blood in watered down glasses, to keep him satiated; though he claims to be my friend and protector.

explore.

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