imagine the slow-released madness placed under the tongue
my friend and I have a bet that his face is too tight under his skin, a pale ghost milked by his masters to prolong life in the dark place
where it’s too hard to see tomorrow,
by now she could see the decades of self-sacrifice, a mind-at-large in hyperspace. She was long gone by now though.
Me – just another caged animal let out for mom’s amusement.Categorised in: Blog