Beasts and gods, those below us and those above us, open unhuman eyes when they gaze upon what they desire unstained by disgust or dread or terror. I hold my breath. My body hollows, grows teeth: gathers bone, gathers root and nerve. Dear god , when will you find a time for me? won't you tell me , why you've forsaken your creation ?
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