Pale Knives

Last night I had a visit from Pale Knives. He’s stringy, with lots of teeth, and hissed sweetly in my ears about blood and silence

We get on fine, he and I, there’s something comforting about his whispers, and they make me feel strong and clean

He didn’t stay long, his long nails dug in my back as he held me to say ‘goodnight’, but he’d opened something I’d kept closed for a while


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