** Succulent Skin **
*Bloodied Sadomasochistic Climate Club*
https://my.w.tt/aKcxzliZUS
The piece at the end of this link may not have been baked to the sort of perfection a truly practised hand so deep into the holiday would like. And because active Wattpadders know the feeling of posting something between monstrosity (to them) and the herald of angels (to their Moms) only they are going to see the link for this post -- for the next few days at least.
For me, the piece flowed out like a river. But that river was a flood, sweeping people off collapsing undercut embankments into a raging torrent of what I later learned resembles misanthropy, sucking everything down.
But I don't know. Even without squinting I'm not entirely convinced the brush is bad. I've read and seen a lot of frustration lately. So, maybe there's a faint glimmer of redemption in this thing, however its hooked into the same monitor which shows the beating heart of a beast.
So, let's call it fear and hope, a flavour of ice cream nobody wants to taste but somehow knows they've gotten brain freeze from nonetheless, mmmkay?
Whatever version you happen to find when you come by for a visit, you may find it being out in public has stirred me to meddle. When you see it posted on Twitter (which I know you're begging to see already) you'll know I couldn't stand to disappoint you with yet another edit.
So, have fun with your family and friends assembling puzzles and toys together, and the smells, sights, sounds and people all around you this holiday.
No doubt the bloody Bloodied Sadomasochistic Climate Club will still be here, in one form or another, when you return. Or, just turn on the news for a day sometime soon and you won't even need to click on a star to see one falling. :P
https://www.wattpad.com/story/167046165