Ghost writer

One does not have noon dreams , only day mares, belly fish of fears wrought into heavy-lidded sleep, mares ,not being equine animals of diurnal type but the belly ones where you enact fearful plot lines.

A Caucasian doctor from anywhere appears by your side to diagnose an unnoticed fleshly protuberance ,on the neck, way to a two year death.

Story is scripted by a ghost writer of a random ghoulish department. Everything is so random but stitched neatly together like by a pro hack, a belly fear knotted to a taut plot.

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