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Mon 7th Sep 2020 04:11

Twelfth Entry

by Miss Lilia Mordorsk

I’d forgotten how often people eat.
 
Watching it seems so alien to me.
 
All I can think is how tiring it must be to get energy out of a little bread roll. Who puts a bread roll on a stick? It’s like a baby’s rattle, it’s sort of adorable.
 
Saw Jenna, sweet Lil’ and Dande this morning. They’re safe and well.
 
What a kind woman Jenna is, she reminds me of mother.
 
I wonder if mother thinks of me at all.
 
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I don’t know what I’m doing half the time.
 
Praying to a ‘Lord’ that barely recognises me. Who only appears to me in words through the filter of tongues in my dreams.
 
Maybe I’m just mad.
 
I’m just at home dribbling and swaying back and forth gently on mother’s old rocking chair.
 
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How much booze could Tyre and Evan put away between them. Those two are impossible.
 
Was Kavick drinking as well? I think I smelt that same mashed alcohol on him.
 
My lips were not tightly sealed enough when Tyre queried me about myself. That was foolish.
 
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Who left this for me…
 
Heady, abrasive and weighed with a pleasant singe. I drank it before I questioned its origin.
 
Now I lie here in bed feeling uncomfortably exposed.
 
That little itch getting scratched just enough to draw blood.
 
Take me now into a pitch, dreamless sleep.