I Thought Today Was Sunday

Slipstream; Transrealism; Cosmic Horror; Cubism; Expressionism; Noir; Post-modernism; Magic Realism; Science Fiction; Death; Derealization;

She’s seventeen, red, wears black jeans and tank top. Has two winding Ox horns sprouting from her forehead.

A genius by human standards, but she isn’t human,
Standing on Mount Tableau, she raises a black fingernail covered in runes, points it at the sun,
The world stops turning.
The sun starts blinking.

The Putrefaction of humanity begins.

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