AND VOMITS AS HE REACHES THE SURFACE, yellow flecks of posterity, canned, reeling down a poorly lit staircase. the street signs are sagging away. damp, luxurious mallards are curling their toes on your welcome mat. there's a bag of fritos where the keyhole was. i guess i'll have to wait. _ _ _., there's some kind of must in the air. somebody stole something. right here. i'm sitting somewhere malevolent and my patience is starting to fade. i
A price to pay The haunting glow runs through me,coursing through me veins, as a dead heart once laid to rest revives and continues its voyage. The beating of it's dead heart rings in my ears and seeps down my body like rain on a forgotten windows on a purely neglected house. The dead heart beats faster and faster and the red glow around it increases in strength and becomes blinding.It could cause many to go into a state of paranioa.The li