The Leiry Loop

Bitter Almonds
v2

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And then
when it came

CRASH

—ing down, your eyes,
those
pathetic rusted underwater
anchors reeled at the
sight. It was the shards, five—
no, six—
make that six billion! Funny, you did not stare.

FUNNY, YOU DID NOT.

Or could you not? Would you still?

Did it hit you
HARD in the face? Was it
like a brick smashing
in your five—
no, six—
make that six billion
orifices? But you

YOU STILL DID NOT STARE.

Or could you not? Would you still?

Did it cause you
to rampage, like a
deranged lunatic out to desecrate
the five—
no, six—
make that six billion
orifices of each. And.
Everyone. But you

YOU CHOSE NOT TO STARE.

Or could you not? Would you still?

Did you see or were you
too busy to even
look, with your
eyes

FILLED!

BLACK!

SEETHING!

but not with the darkness,
I OWN DARKNESS
and you,
you shall not have it,
you will not have it,
I WILL NOT ALLOW IT! I will
say it five—
no, six—
make that six billion
times and even at your
wake I will not proceed to
the last page and give you
the satisfaction. But you

YOU DID NOT STARE.

Or could you not? Would you still?

But that's enough of the
questions, this is not
my inquisition, and pain—
pain is not yours
to keep no matter how hard
it did hit
your five—
no, six—
make that six billion
lies and a seventh
of deceit.

Now move those frozen lips.

It's your puppet show to run.