A warm breeze tickles your face.
You begin to reach up to your face, but can not move, when you realize your skin has been replaced by brittle green glass.
The tickle on your face worsens as you gulp shallow breaths of air, trying not to move.
Your pulse quickens as you know you're about to sneeze.
You try will all of your being to...
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so once you hatch these demons, are you left with no heart?
or is your heart more like a womb that incubates said demons
and releases them at will to torment the Earth...
one can only love if one has experienced hate.
Love and hate play the same game.
Causing the extreme opposites of the same pain.