dreaming.watching.growing.working.

>> The plea to be recognized is canine. Skin that clings uncomfortably, unnaturally to my shaking limbs. Rattling my bones, wild and desperate prey eyes. Spit foams around my bleeding gums, a cacophony of coloratura in my ears.

>> THIS MIDNIGHT MASS HOWL!

>> There is this burn.. ever since I could remember. It aches and pulses in my veins.

>> IS IT YOU?

>> It feels a lot like you. I would do anything if only you'd touch. Touch. TOUCH TOUCH TOUCH TOUCH.

>> TOUCH ME.

>> Split in two at the seams, nails pushed through my palms; old chapel window panes. You are immortalized like prophets you see lingering in stars. It bursts behind my eyes, tessellation and promises of -

>> JUDGEMENT DAY!!!

>> Flesh to flesh. Flesh and blood. Flesh. Blood. Iron for your tongue.

>> YOU MAKE MY BLOOD SING! JUST LIKE OLD TIMES!

>> Splintered and decayed, my familiar childhood pew. I will desecrate this place with you. Take my life -