The Horror

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The unblinking doll in the room I am staying in blinked.

I looked under the bed and there was the roof.

One of my teeth is talking to me.

The power is out but there are lights in my head.

Outside the window is where we buried the dogs.

The thunder arrives before the lightning.

It turns out Pixie & Giddy are adopted. Don’t tell them,

they are indisposed, teaching grown men how to chew.

The news come fast here, faster than ears can be removed.

We sleep standing up, the giant maw whispers WALK

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