Cesspit whirlpools gurgle somewhere in a tepid backyard. I clutch knees to chest in scalding bathwater. Absolution poured from a greenrust tap. The roar of blood in the temples the same frequency as sleep sluicing down overfull drains. A sharp sneeze of a porcelain doll deprives me of a respite. She apologizes a dozen times while asking fruitless questions. Just let me die for a little while, please.
11:40 a.m. - 2017-05-29
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