madness, bleeding out of my tear ducts like the slime oozing from the innards of corpses, dripping dew condensing on the stones that comprise the walls of the water well, screaming at me, tearing my bones into splinters
. . .
my subconscious is dripping, dripping red onto the pages of a glowing window somewhere . . .
Sunday, July 29, 2018
why are your teeth biting me?
please ask them to stop
your teeth! it hurts
they're chewing my skin
please!
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