Cult

I am trapped inside her mind, longing to escape into the world where I belong, where they fear me in a way that she never has. Out there I am destruction and out there I am torture. I am holocaust. Inside her mind I am the face she sees on the wall for an instant as she opens her eyes in the morning. I am in her every dream even when she does not see me.


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