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Content Warning: Gore, Death You love to play games, hiding under the bed waking me up with pretty fangs in my neck   Have you been waiting all these years  Carmilla, my dear?  i knew you before light, before time something ungodly promised  you would be mine   Angel of the tiniest death, leaving me shaking and struggling for breath how can someone so soft - sensitive, completely transform after sunset?   If heaven won’t have you than they’re nothing holy, this creature or demon has shown me more love than anything given by those up above   Hold my

You walk along the campsite’s edges, sprawling onto Mason Smith’s Road like overgrown grass. Gravel flicks back up against your calves as you waltz down in flip-flops, before you fling them aside and your toes seep through soft sand. You trace footprints through the sands, following their every course, leaving your own mark. You map yourself along the shoreline, through volcanic rocks, through reefs and dilapidated jetties. You pass houses you always wanted, and pass spots where you used to dig and play. The sandcastles have long blown away.  In the distance, you can see Phillip Island and Seal Rock,

Art by Lucinda Campbell Oil on canvas   *Note from Lot's Wife Editors, our website hosting service is having issues uploading artwork for Edition 4, Lucinda's artwork should be uploaded soon :)*   This oil painting depicts one of the tallest buildings outside of Melbourne’s CBD; the Box Hill Sky One building. This building was not only depicted due to its aesthetic visual appeal, but to symbolise Melbourne’s increasing urbanisation and population density that will continue into the future. As such, this work explores this magazine’s additional prompt regarding consideration of where the world is headed. The central placement of