{"sf1_id":538202,"sf2_id":"dmW49zRn","title":"Intrusive","author":"Care A Lot","words":103,"posted_at":"2013-05-14T18:59:00.000Z","tags":["Horror","M/M","No-Yiff","Non-Anthro","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/538202-intrusive","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmW49zRn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=538202\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the original makings or creation of \"Cujo\". All credit is due to Stephen King.","content":"Yes, there stood I, and there sat I,\n\nwrapped deep in fog and timothy,\n\nlooking at THE BOY, now what do I see?\n\nMountains of murder screaming to operate me.\n\n\"What's wrong, Cujo?\", a voice of recognition\n\nrings a small, blessed pound of mercy to petition\n\nthe lightning-strik'd cycle of normal course\n\nwhere life and death, love and fear, begat from sublime source.\n\nEndless movie in mind,\n\nwith flesh red shredded and bone white that grinds,\n\nsave the voice of THE BOY,\n\na nuance, a memory,\n\nthis rabid static nuisance inside\u0026nbsp;my head,\n\nreverses\u0026nbsp;my form in rolling, speeding leaps,\n\nhighballing us farther\u0026nbsp;into the fog.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}