Threads

Nothing connecting these threads but my own love of them. Bleeding wounds, animal headed hunters, giant puppets, conjoined twins.

“But her carriage was lost in the tempest, and now she’s somewhere else…”

“How dare I feel this and do naught but sit on my hands”

“Begged the thunderbolts to strike and mark me as alive”

“Don’t you feel like severing?”

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