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Violent Imagery. From the POV of a dagger... |
| Hardened, honed to a point A singularity of consciousness. Driven, I am to dive headfirst: Wounding this frontier of gossamer. Resistance: ephemeral, diffuse. Quake, piercing thunder at my arrival. A realm unthinkably velveteen: Cobweb castles scatter, ruined. I am foreign, alien, monstrous— Solitary, metallic, straight and sure— here, where all entwine, coil and caress. This place, never meant to host me, embraces intrusion against its will, anoints me in scarlet: I am home. |