I awake slowly with my eyes closed. My feet and legs fall asleep on the concrete patio. I contemplate a jagged willow tree as the moon reaches the highest point of the evening. I see a little demon with stretched ears fidgeting in frustration. I frown and swat away deja vu with turbulent zen. I resist the urge to rip the edges of her face away. I worry I'm still in love with the nostalgia of a concept. New body, new voice, same vice. Lurking.
12:26 a.m. - 2015-09-25
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