Blotting the blood from a split mouth with green-edged paper. Fourty-eight hour cycles as a weak weaning mechanism. Half the time spent bleeding ink from a cracked aorta. Friendships shredding under the sharp edges of missing words. The silence outside the hive growing louder and louder. More coughing, and the reappearance of rubied lips. My heart full of strangely shaped scar-divots. Each formed in the tiny silhouette of a dead friend.
5:09 p.m. - 2021-03-25
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