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Blood: stop summoning me.
star scrying and shadow silence, 
cease.
beneath my flesh, 
crawling fingertips 
along brick and stone, iron and bronze, seizing my breaths, 
thrumming my bones,
feet hammering pavement, 
my brain screaming: fire, 
coming to in pitch, 
fingers to my lips, 
a language I keep
undisturbed.
clouded and heady, 
frisson in the Devil’s Hour

E.A. O'Connell