emotional vampire
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La La Vetala
I first saw her at the stoplights by the cemetery. She was staring from the greyhound like a fine porcelain relic. Past and future choking in her silt-brown eyes, fell out of them just like a river.
Cured
The blank-faced patient sat before the therapist; having just slit of a mouth in his smooth round face, to speak, to answer; no eyes, no nose, nothing.