Day 19: I Think I'm Losing It

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Ravens stealing strings of my skin in long red wormy lines of pain. Movement behind me. Hello? Someone? Anyone? A disembodied, wraithlike blur darting from one tree to the next howls a wooden cabin out of the fog. Salvation. Escape. Cross the swamp or go around? Get off me ye ravens! Go peck that accursed dog. Dang and blast this black night. Hissing. A deep hissing bubbles out of the swamp. Can't go back now. I pull a raven from my hair and cram it under. And another! There! The next one of ye black fiends is getting its feathers plucked! The hissing whispers to me from the swamp the trees the cabin the black sky the black skies black rain and the black ravens fly out of the black swamp because what goes down must go up and the wraith returns and there is no hissing, only black silence.

 And another! There! The next one of ye black fiends is getting its feathers plucked! The hissing whispers to me from the swamp the trees the cabin the black sky the black skies black rain and the black ravens fly out of the black swamp because wh...

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