alone immersed in after-dark thoughts time flew like bullets putting in me a thousand holes my blood out of me, down the staircase down the drainpipes seeping out through the door right into the tree-roots, into the buried filth I see rot all around sitting without a hair on me what monster will I be tomorrow morning? I have a whole night to dream about it. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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