I remember...

Burning in the grip of a dying “god”. Ripping apart at the seams.

Was inside of Skein. Inside of it. Nightmare of putrid flesh

Its corpse became a womb of sorts.

Shapeless meat was given form… my form… mostly… as it was stitched together with Skein as thread.  

I remember dreaming. Think I was dreaming.

Sometimes dreams, other times visions of the world through Whelp’s eyes

It hurt. Her body felt wrong. The words stung when I spoke to Fell  

Sank back into the dark, into dreams of colours, sounds, veins, sinew and muscle.

Remained in that state until I was forced from it.

My seams were torn anew. Mended them with flesh. Human flesh. Whelp’s flesh. My flesh. Its flesh

Confusion. Hunger. Agony. Rage.

Sought the culprit. Found him

Osprey

Os

prey

Screams beautifully

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