It doesn’t matter where I am. Only what I witnessed.
It doesn’t matter where I am.
Only what I witnessed.
The night the protesters gathered, I watched demons slip into human skins as easily as you or I would don a winter coat. They ripped out the interiors. Sinew. Muscle. Bone. Dropped them carelessly onto sidewalks. Streets. Alleyways. Splat. Splat. Splat.
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