Log from
September 24th:
soemtimes red got viscous
and tore people open like how Razzie would
that was for fun but not bcause she was angry
red is angry now
THE
RAKE BEDTIME STORY
I
don’t think that there’s a way of escaping
Can’t
tell what’s louder; the whispers or scraping
And
the wound that he put in my chest is just gaping
But
at least I’m not raving mad.
Even
as I run, there’s this voice in my ear
That’s
kept me from rest for more than a year
Suddenly,
the beast has made it so clear
The
world knows me as a Maenad.
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