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Marcy · **01-25-2016, 08:39 PM**

CAMP DRAGONHEAD

Same dream again.

Crystals form in a matrix. They spread in a fractal pattern, each multiplying on top of another like branches in a tree, as the thing that fed them disappears they blister in defiance with sharp edges and thin lines and clots of hard, cold glass.

It starts in my stomach and spreads to my esophagus, pushes through my throat and tears past my vocal cords. The aether is strong and endless, something big had to have split to let it all out. Small shards fall out of my mouth, coated with me, coated with my acid and blood. They glow a faint green that only makes me sicker, some knob turns in the base of my spine, and I vomit again.

I think, I'm gonna lose my voice.

They grew them inside of me. Every song filled and swelled the spaces between my cells and as I walked off, exhausted, unable to even see the steps of the stage the memory seeped into the crystals and let them take it away. They must have done it when I was asleep, dreaming,

(about spitting)

A candle burning twice as bright burns twice as fast, and I was lit on both ends.

It's been two years clean. The aether calls. There is nothing growing inside of me anymore, just an empty pit begging to be filled.

I'll just have to let it happen, I suppose.

XX.XXX.XXXX

This, too, shall pass [Journal]

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