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My body felt eerily fine yet my mind kept whirling around the word: vomit. Moonbeams illuminate a rippling stream. I drudged down to the riverbed; the corpse smearing behind me. I hunch low to drink and see the reflection of dripping fangs, matted fur, ravenous eyes. The creature is me.
(c) Nicole Wilson
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