Who could it be? Who’d feel like this? Who’d make a goddess to their stich? They’d surely have a coward’s heart—some dumbest dog back from the start. Twisting up and crawling down their spine would prove an awesome sound. Nether forwards—hither back—God reborn within the cracks. Their nose it broke and dripped and bled. They’d brought such horror into bed. So many soldiers they’d seen too. It was the devil—never you.
