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I could write a thousand poems and stories about orifices, and none of them would be the truth. The darkness behind the inventions is too extreme to even contemplate in the mind, and too explicit to turn into words. Inside us, there are extremes which we can be driven to, at the turn of every blood red screw into our subconscious, when instinct mauls reason, and we become what we have always feared.
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Ren Powell
22nd February 2023 at 06:41Touches home. <3
Richard Pierce
22nd February 2023 at 10:18Thanks. Good to know I’m not the only one <3
Louise
23rd February 2023 at 22:58Vivid & evocative. Superb writing👏🏿
Richard Pierce
24th February 2023 at 06:38Very kind 🙂