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A sonic scrapbook
"Deep down in the marrow of her bones, twitching in her gut, she suspects there may fester the seed of something more sinister. To empathize with beasts where other children know the automatic difference between right and wrong, light and darkness, serpents and lambs, is vile. So I’ll be vile, she decides."
-BESTIARY
ORIGIN STORY / STORY ORIGIN
Trauma as incurable case of lycanthropy. trauma as solitary spiral, whistling in wait. trauma as creaking altar of bones. trauma as the steady clinking of pitchforks in some far-flung hinterland, anywhere usa. trauma as mister midnight dressed in dazzling sun scraps. trauma as silent prayers screamed into a pillow. trauma as black mirror. trauma as the sky inverted. trauma as the devil's second favorite pasttime. trauma as cage camouflaged with winking dolls and tinkling bells. trauma as big bad wolf, sick in the head and knowing it, begging for help from you and me.
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