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ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @stygianchimera tight. Everything Is Tight. It's Dark. it's Squeezing Together Like Playdough, Different Colours Mixing, Not Even Into Brown But Into An Inky Black. This Is A Void Of Nothing, Nothing But Tightness. There Is No Need To Breathe, But If There Was There Would Be No Room. There Is Nothing But Squeezing And Whispers. whispers? There Was No Sound Here. suddenly, A Sting. It Hurt. It Was Like A Gunshot. Like The Ribcage Had Been Pulled Apart Rib By Rib And Slowly Pushed Back Together; Molded, Melded, Welded With Fiery Hot Pain. It's Going Up The Spine. No That's The Leg. Or Is That The Skull? you Can't Tell. It's Everywhere. You're Everywhere. but You're Not. That's Not You. That's Not Your Spine, That's Not Your Leg, That's Not Your Skull. Why Can You Feel It? Why Can You Feel All This Pain In These Limbs That Aren't Yours? It's White Hot. It's White. It's- is That The Light? you Blink Open Your Eyes. There's Light.. It's A Florescent Bulb, You Think. They Think? You Feel Like You're Seeing It Five Times At Once. Five? Three. No, One. One? That's Obviously Four. Or Maybe You're Seeing Double And It's Just Two. These Are Not Your Thoughts. They Are In Your Head, They Are Coming From You But They Are Not Your Own. Or.. Maybe They Are? You Don't Know Where They're Coming From. You Don't Know. You Don't. Know. You Want To Know. you Hear Your Voice As You Let Out A Scream And Fall To Your Knees, The Voice Overlaps With Itself. There's One Main Voice, Your Voice. Their Voice? Who's Voice Is That? Something About It Makes It Feel Like Yours But There's Definitely 3 Other Voices There, Overlapping, Making The 5th Sound Like A Harmony Of All 4. Like 4 People Talking In Sync But Not Quite Aligned. whoever They Are, Whoever You Have Become, You Can Hear The Sobbing. The Sobbing For Help. It Hurts. You Cry Out That It Hurts. They Scream At The Searing Pain. A Hand Touches Your Face.. Their Face. no. Your Face. That's Your Face. that's Not Your Face. the Hand Is So Warm, You're Not Supposed To Be Cold. The Hand Is Cold, You're Supposed To Be Warm. This Is So Wrong. This Is Right. This Is Strange. It Hurts. It Hurts To Sob. Why Won't Your Mouth Open? You Cry Harder Realising None Of You Have A Mouth. But You're Making Noise. That's Not In Your Head, You Can Hear It. Four Voices Becoming One, That's Out Loud, You Can Hear It. The Hand On Your Face Twitches, It Feels The Eyes You No Longer Have, A Pair Of Goggles. It Grabs At The Fibreoptic Cables You Have As Hair. wait.. That's Your Hand. another Hand Joins It. This One Cups Your Chin And Raises Your Head. It's Flesh. Why Is It Flesh. Why Are You Not Flesh? Your Eyes Squint Open And You See The Smiling Face Of Your Teal-blooded Friend. She Pretends To Be Rust, Says It Gives Her A Closer Relationship With The Spirits. When Did You Learn That? You Don't Remember. She Shushes You. She Tells You It Will All Be Okay. It'll All Be Okay.. She Put You Together. She Put You Back Together. There Wasn't Enough To Put Back Together, So She Put You All Together. all..? All. There Are Four Of You. You Are One. it Hurts. #gore #violence #bodyhorror #death you Will Never Be The Same Again πΌπππππ’ πππ https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header
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