Welcome to the Nightmare Magazine Story podcast.

Enter freely and of your own free will.

I am your humble host, Terence Taylor, one very much at home with the Children of the Night.

Stay close as my muse, the medieval demon gobla, guides us down into beautiful darkness.

In this episode, before our full-length story, we have a poem.

Photocucigiona speaks of the Kamai Itachi, written by Betty Aoki and narrated by Roxanne Hernandez.

But first, a word from our sponsors.

And now, Roxanne Hernandez.

Futakuchi-Honna speaks of the Kamaitachi by Betsy Aoki.

One, simple tiny blood cuts on a calf.

She cut herself shaving.

The wind whipped weasel-clawed in circles around her legs.

The wind tasted of blood that day, or shrieked, like weasels finally let out to play,

tails creating a tornado inside the imagination.

What price?

Small flux of blood. What simplicity? Small flux of blood.

What simplicity?

Open mouths from each cut?

Singing.

Who has need of eyes when one can find food endlessly, endlessly in the skin of the wind?

We call these Yokai weasels Kamaitachi, but they eat us with

the stomachs of far larger beasts. Two, we marvel at the sea maw swallowing battleships.

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