spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
How did I find my way here? It wasn’t supposed to be this way, was it? Looking down at my hands, I see them holding my glistening entrails, piled and ropey. I cough, and a spray of blood erupts from my lips. “You’ll soon… Continue Reading “Visceral Perdition – Collaboration”
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