Log from September 24th:
soemtimes red got viscous
and tore people open like how Razzie would
that was for fun but not bcause she was angry
red is angry now
THE RAKE BEDTIME STORY
I don’t think that there’s a way of escaping
Can’t tell what’s louder; the whispers or scraping
And the wound that he put in my chest is just gaping
But at least I’m not raving mad.
Even as I run, there’s this voice in my ear
That’s kept me from rest for more than a year
Suddenly, the beast has made it so clear
The world knows me as a Maenad.