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[barb_wire_smile]

Heave of
My Stomach.
Sweat creeping onto my face.
Vomit in
My Mouth.
Head splits open
and falls aside.
An Oyster of
Fuming
Rancid
Mass.

Step lightly across the rooms and glide behind him, reaching out as i hit the sink. Break the string between them and illusion falls to the ground with soft thud. Sub sonic.

Get out of His Ear.
Get out of His Mouth.
Get out of His Lap.
Get out of My Bed.

You wicked girl.

Get out of My House.