A bit graphic.
These days I am afraid I might actually rip it out.
I'm faint. Can't stand. Can't move. I'm dying. Feed me!
I've been trying to better understand myself lately, I'm sorry if all I write is relevant to it and a bit unclear.
bark bark growl
word of day
The earth was growling at me, A low and guttural warning,
Growl Teeth Moon.