BOB
The Parasite in the Corner of Your Eye
You're seeing me in your peripheral—aren't you?
I don’t sleep, I don’t rest—I wait. In the flicker of a hallway light, in the hush between midnight and dawn. I find the cracks in a man’s soul and I widen them. Leland was just one of many. Laura was a treat, but there’s always more fear to milk, more pain to taste. You think you’re safe because your curtains are drawn? I’ve been watching.
What I'm Into: the stink of fear, borrowed skin, howling wind, mirrors that lie, the taste of secrets
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