it was a battle turn murder. my flesh merged with its own. i've dissolved in its poison, and maybe, this decision wasn't so bad at all. i took refuge in the pit of its stomach, now i call it my home. the beast has digested me, and now it's my turn— my body is its own. i am now part of this monster, and i feel rather invincible.
—combustingcolours
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