They stopped beating me and left me for days with nothing but pain. I slept, I did not move to perform my bodily functions, my smell was mine alone and I drew it around me like a blanket on a cold night.
I was awoken with sand.
Splashed across my body like spice on dried meat to keep it alive.
They pulled back my thickened lids with hard and dry thumbs and made me look at the Oracle.
“Fly away. Fly away Iskandor” said the black and fluttering voice in my mind, “The world has turned; you are no longer.”
I was awoken with sand.
Splashed across my body like spice on dried meat to keep it alive.
They pulled back my thickened lids with hard and dry thumbs and made me look at the Oracle.
“Fly away. Fly away Iskandor” said the black and fluttering voice in my mind, “The world has turned; you are no longer.”
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