Tunes in my head: Veneno Para Las Hadas by Steven Wilson
Turn the pulse. Feel breathing. Growing faster by the day.
Poison for the faires. If only. If we could poison the little ghosts on our shoulders, it wouldn't be so goddamn hard.
And yet my stomach turns.
Another mask bottled up inside my wound. Only to come up when the cut reopens itself.
Laughing endlessly. Laughing in tune, even.
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