Today's writing prompt is:
mess
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mess
She escaped into the crowd, but not before the drugs began to mess with her head. Monstrous faces leered, stairs became cliffs, tiny legs creeped up her skin. A claw reached out, slapping against her arm.
“Sorry, there was a spider on you,” a voice said.