ive been shuffling and rotting away for a few days. i feel sick to my stomach, the nausea is harrowing. my skin is beginning to slough off in chunks, my soft, wet flesh beneath getting its first taste of country air. the old dermis, which crinkles like dried seaweed, i stuff greedily into my mouth, wretching at the sickly, salty taste and moistureless texture, but so suffering in my hunger, but still, my throat pushes the lumps down greedily.

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my dress is wet now. i feel the pull of the fabric heavily tugging on my hardening skin, threatening it to slough away from me. everything is too bright, i hate it. and im already getting hungrier. my bare feet are muddy and latticed with small scratches from pebbles as i trudge through the neighbouring feilds around the reservoir. an imposing box of industrial shapes looms in the distance. i keep wincing - the skin is crackling around my orbital bones. it keeps rubbing against my eye.

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i woke up with the tang of blood on my tongue and brown crust beneath my fingertips. there is still fur between some of my teeth. its cold in my nest now. i think i want to leave. my skin is getting looser on me, i want to be someplace safer. its early, no-one here, so i think i'll wash my dress in the water inside the recycling tubs they have here, wash the maroon off the neckline and maybe the sickly stains around my mouth and neck too. i feel fuller, but dirtier. i need to be cleansed.

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im so ravenous i could chew the leather off these boots in here. my whole body is craving feast, my teeth are trembling in my gums, my tongue is fat, furred, my stomach, my stomach is agony, i need food i need it. my skin is crawling. i think i need to fatten up before it falls. im dribbling everywhere, my chin is melting. i can hear scratching outside; there's rats here in the tip, i can smell them, even through the wet concrete scent and through the fetor of my nest, i smell them, i do.

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i recently created a small nest for myself. its in the rubbish tip near the reservoir. i curled myself, shivering, into the recycling container, and shuffled away armoured in near-sodden cardboard. the material quickly became pulpy in my mouth as i chewed on it, and upon spitting it out onto the site operatives' floor, i realised it was a good building material to protect me from the rain that was coming in from the window i had broken. soon, i had a little hardened nest to burrow into.

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