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A Hellbound Heart: A Novel, Clive Barker

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"Fire," Anais Nin

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“I shove a box of dead into the washer and listen to their skulls clank against the barrel.”

the book of scab, Danielle Pafunda

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“I cough, and my bad taste wheezes out.

“I cough and suddenly there’s a tongue in my mouth not my own, a legion of tongues, a rotation of sour tongues.” 

the book of scab, Danielle Pafunda

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“... it’s another fish passed by a corpse downstream, no one says anything, a corpse is just the cost of dinner ...”

the book of scab, Danielle Pafunda

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What clots or open.      The surge or slating riven, to fracture and      cave, ravin and slake. It leaks that is not whole,      not you, not it : you leak bones.      It looks dark, the glot, the clotted hollow :      iron in the blood. [That which is a predatory animal has seized as food; prey; (also) the quarry of a hunting animal. The action or practice of seizing and devouring prey or food; predation. That preys on other animals.]

Featherbone, erica mena