I slept til my appetite for it was gone.
I woke to tear and rumble and burn from the
inside out. Quiet creeps to my door now,
and erupts through the pores. Eye-glow,
spell-bind. Quiet creeps in through
the sockets in the eyes and feeds the
need for scream.
This is the loudest phase.
The crush will come.
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