Something, an extreme dark force, a trauma, a swirl, a dull pain reeling through the core of the body.
Terror and pain as a sharp prick
things taken without reason
inflictions
and yet, this mixes, at times, merges
silken surfaces push against it, with a joy which is possible only when one has this horror, like a weight which.one must both escape and carry.

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