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 . . .
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
No man can see me and live
No (wo)man can see me
and live
No human can see me and
live
NO MAN
CAN SEE ME
AND LIVE!
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