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When technology came to replace tradition,
Science destroyed all superstition.
Proof of evil beings is forgotten,
remembered as myths, and dismissed as fiction.
But I have a suspicion
That the truth is much darker,
that their true nature is harsher,
and they stay hidden and wait.
I fear we fell into their trap and took the bait.
They stole the light and dimmed our dreams.
In their absenc...
Saturday 7th June 2025 7:34 pm
big girls don't cry except when it is absolutely not the right time to do so.
am i hungry or has the pit returned.
that stupid fucking pit.
its an eternal loop, circling in and out of itself.
floating dead centre in my gut.
particles of another girl explode and expand out of it,
overcome by this strange girl from the strange world.
i weep on my mothers lap,
i retch over porcelin, patterned.
seeing my sister for the first time in weeks,
she glow...
Monday 19th September 2022 9:32 pm
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