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Then the Book just walks away, leaving the grotesque pair tottering about in the street, screalances back, purrs a spell, and instantly the gruesoans where their skin once was, mouths, ears, and eyes trapped within

The macabre heap collapses to the cobbled pavement, where their now external hearts pulse wetly The Book leaves the

The old me would have been overco, the Book would no doubt have driven another knife into me and twisted

The new me observes with dispassionate calm: distraction/irrelevant/discern its true ai moment in which Ivoice I know you’re IN there T-T-T-Tea for two and two for tea, me for me and you for me…did you like that one? I did it just for you

I say nothing

Pretending not to care? You can’t foolYou were born to be bled Born to be RIDDEN, until there’s nothing left of you but bones Broken horses DIEDIEDIE

It had alwaysto make me feel even more emotion

Don’t talk to it, the Dreamy-Eyed Guy had said Never talk to it More recently he’d cautioned, It’s not about eating the candy, it’s about giving aords--even that broody ass poet’s He’d told e Not even with rhys one should never, ever open a dialogue with

After all, how had the Book finally wornsilent

Silence can’t be interpreted It can’t be anticipated It gives away nothing And in ed silence instills unease We fill it up with the very best or worst of our iination As Ryodan said, the wise man is the silent one

Each time I’d conversed with the Sinsar Dubh, I’d leaked information about myself, what mattered to me, what didn’t, intentionally or not The Book had learned so about me every time I opened my mouth Perhaps it had even learned fro victiht and disorient me until I had no clue which end was up, then once I’d lost s, I’d been easy to point whichever direction it wanted

If I had a body, I would draw my first deep breath since the moment it evicted er was never the answer It was the precise wrong approach

I stop looking out from behind eyes I can’t blink, detach fro all distraction so I can give one hundred percent focus to my aim I sink deep into the belly of my body, draw in, small and fetal

It can make itself invisible