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She gathered her hanging entrails and scooped her blood from the floor.
Don’t look at me.
But the entrails no longer fit inside her and blood poured out of her endlessly.
The dead don't see, I tell myself as I become one with them.
Don’t look at me.
But the entrails no longer fit inside her and blood poured out of her endlessly.
The dead don't see, I tell myself as I become one with them.