It prefers to stay hidden. What glimpses I've seen of it unsettled me.

Festered and callous sprigs fermenting in wounds and sullen eyes of decay.

I'm not sure if it's appropriate to discuss it so openly. It can always hear us.

They have a name for it but I forgot it after I looked at it. I looked right at it. Now I can't remember. I can't seem to remember anything...

Hemorrhage Hemorrhage Hemorrhage Hemorrhage Hemorrhage Hemorrhage Hemorrhage Hemorrhage Hemorrhage Hemorrhage Hemorrhage Hemorrhage Hemorrhage

Don't look at it closely. Don't stare back at it. Don't let it in your thoughts. It won't want to leave.

I found myself defenestrated. It was the only way to escape.