Stitched Together

"Yeah but, isn't that why it's so beautiful?" I asked, holding a dead crow. "The way things live and how they die is just...so fascinating to me." I handed the black bird to her, and she grabbed it in her shaking hands, on the verge of tears. I could tell she didn't want anything to do with it or me, but she still held it in complete fear.

"Why don't you join me?"
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TW: Gore, lotsa violence, swearing, that kinda thing. If you're sensitive to body horror and stuff too, I suggest you don't read this...it gets wild.