Oh, how easy that was... taking it all from you. Like a simile, almost. Graceful as a vulture leaping onto that which is already dead. But I...?
I am not scavenging. I solely remember the first time I took a life. The first time I found purpose. You all look agape, surprised when you hear not a crack of bone. Not a single tear of flesh or meat. Not one drop of blood splash onto the world which you reside.
You will just hear a soft little sigh, a moan, a gurgled cry as I am born again. And again. And again. And again. And again and again and again and again andagainandagainandagainagidnadigandgda.
Your whole body burns, doesn't it, dear child? You can see me typing this, in a beautiful shade of deep red. You want to cry, but I have taken up the room. Your skin is breaking off in lovely shards...
And a soft little sigh.
A moan.
A gurgled cry.
I am born again.
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