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Disturbance #133


Inside my head is a deep granite abyss. There're steps going down, but I never use them. Not any more.
Down there are those things I fear. Monsters. Quicksand. Acid lakes.
But not trust.
There's the shadow of your father who smiles as he hits you, his hand bigger than your tiny face. There's Pervert Patterson who holds your hand inside his trousers. There's Chris Twisted, pressing a kid's arm against a radiator.
But not trust.
Trust is here, dead, broken, motionless. A carcass of feelings and belief. On the floor. With Rob.
I scream and scream for Death.

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    D.M. almost 5 years ago

    Interesting to go into Chay's cellar of fear.

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