i put the ✨ cry ✨ in ✨ cryptid ✨
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genie: and for your third wish?
me [sitting next to my two weed smoking girlfriends]: take a wild fucking guess
this image just appeared in my subconscious and I felt compelled to put it into the world
sharing these very happy mushrooms i saw on Facebook.
artist is @fairydropart ❤️🌸
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*vent*
tw: gore
i: I'm haunted by the realities of what I've seen
her: they deserved it, they can't hurt people anymore - you don't need to feel shame about what you did
i: I don't feel shame, I have seen cosmic horror. their skin cut too easy, yet clung to the carcass like it was fighting for its life. the cartilage between the bones snapped, and I cut the fine tendons until there was only skin to saw through. the body was warm. sometimes my mind pretended to see it breath. the others laughed and went about the maiming like it was nothing. how could something so horrifying be treated as nothing? how does it happen time and time again? I know now knowledge that I wouldn't ask for in a thousand years: how easily a body goes from "alive" to "meat".
*this is about chickens, I am not a murderer I promise*