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Whats this?

Reader more than writer, but scribler am I, sometimes.

Hurry Home

Chosen for some purpose unknown, haunting and unclean, waiting to overtake me, to devour my very soul, something follows me.

Cherries

I used to have nightmares of her sitting on me waiting on my dad to arrive from work. With visions of white froth surrounding her mouth and eyes ablaze with fire, I'd awake in a most horrible sweat.