the itch.

the itch began where it shan't have been. it spread from child to traveling men.

gentle at first, but quickly raging. they tore off their skin in chunks and shavings.

the country bled, wails of mourning. masses writhing, fits of burning.

fingers pointed, gods defended. one smiled sweetly, undetected.

all because, the pompous prince. had dared to cross, the one true witch.

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at least, that's what i saw in these incredible busts from jake waldron.

silicone hand-painted faces and each hair individually placed.

it's incredible, chilling work.

i love the juxtaposition of characters, with the same pained expression.

and somehow, they're still available. get her and him.

amazing jake. just amazing.