Octo…
Ship moves now.
Back?
Are we going back?
I hear the engines purr, the ship vibrates.
My skin stretches green. Green lines from the bandage.
Don’t know the day.
Don’t know how many have passed.
Must pray.
so hot hungry
can’t tell them
locked the door
I need sleep.
I see them
crave them
want them.
why god
why put me here
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