“Slips of Yew” (Horror d’oeuvre #44)

(The estimated reading time for this is 3 minutes)I have no voice, but these words are mine. The old ones, the fat, blubbering ones blind from too many days away from the sun, hold a different power than me. I know because they tell me, their yellow words slithering between swollen, poxy lips. They crack […]
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