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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Hydrocodone helps heal the hurting. Engulfed in a pit of warm darkness, Like the succubus calling out to caress my diving self esteem, Plunge into a sinkhole and dance with the devils, Mauling the flesh, skin, bones, and hope from my being. Everything I’ve ever heard about, Promise, Lord, Existence, All of it is futile when the big bad wolf prys into the poor pink piggie. Sometimes, I wonder, how to Escape. The guilt crawls out of my pores, Hanging off of my face like a brave little ant fighting against the pressure of soft light. Embodiment of power, is a facade. Yield to the foot of Big Brother, if not, you’ll Find out. Only these culture vultures will drag you from the comfort of your familiar seclusion Unless, you invoke the attention of the almighty. Not that prayer will keep you from being Dead inside. Meaningless divergence will only make you stand out. Because, in the End, nothing will change, we’re all targets in this initiative game of tag. And trust me, you don’t want to be it.


Submitted: September 30, 2018

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