Tom Ramcigam (magicmarmot) wrote,
Tom Ramcigam

It's a weird time. I crave the darkness, the downward spiral, a husky voice screaming silently in the night full of bones and decay, the smell of flesh stripped naked, fear and lust combined to synthesize something more than either. I need it like a junkie needs a fix.

I don't have it. I sniff around it like a dog on the other side of the fence, but I haven't touched it yet. I want to roll around in it, infuse its scent into my skin, taste its tang on the sharp edges of my memory.

It's a dark place. Dark and warm.
Tags: horror, identity crisis, sex

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