I dream of blood.
I walk into your house, and the blood covers everything. I slip on it. On the walls, the armchair, the staircase.
I don’t dare go upstairs. I know your bodies will be there-how I know, don’t ask me. I know the body of your child, your lovely daughter is laid out, bloodless and [...]
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This dream of blood
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