#hobm

[sylvanyowl]

are you the long pig tonight?

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the next day started as if nothing's happened

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with breath, with blood and sweat

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Viscous air crawling down my throat Planting seeds of darkness and rot

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girlhood is a spectrum

[sylvanyowl]

I will hunt down your children And put them in caves I will swallow their heads And spit out their hair

[sylvanyowl]

Diary entry. 13.02.1884 "Hysteria has been lurking around these days" the doctor said. But I believe it to be the Devil.

Women are getting sicker and sicker. We don’t know what, but there is something lurking in the woods.

Yesterday, a hungry animal came to our village. Closer than ever, they are hungrier than ever. There is something in the woods. Women have to guard children and food.

The animals are eating our savings, our storages.

But we all know what is lurking in the woods.

Our hunger and rage are lurking in the woods. Shut your windows and lock your doors. We are lurking in the woods.

For the first time, I felt strength somewhere else in my body. It wasn’t in my arms nor my feet, not even my heartbeat, but in my teeth.

I was scared of it, scared it wouldn’t leave unless it went into something.

The wounded wolf has been stealing our food. It has been threatening our village. It is hungry and therefore angry.

No one dares to go into the woods.

I saw it.

Lying in the trap. I couldn’t look at it. Hungry, miserable, and angry. I couldn’t look at it. I couldn’t stand its eyes. I took a stone and put it out of its misery.

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