Guttural growls from the inside.
An inhuman presence emerges,
scraping fingernails against the wall as it escapes.
Thickening.
Shedding.
Bubbling.
The host knows it’s there, and revolts.
Swollen.
Irritated.
Angry.
The lining moves closer,
ready to spill blood of the innocent.
The host is powerless.
Pain.
Sadness.
Blood.
The massacre begins and ends.
The violent cycle starts again.
Waiting.
Hiding.
Growing.
A 30 year curse.
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