I rearrange Legos late into the evening by starlight. Vanilla cubes sturdy enough to not snap under force. Sleepwalking with a broken mouth. I produce a dusty list of injustices to bandage scraped shins. Rationale falls on deaf ears during warehouse raids for 8mm ammunition. I skulk abandoned towns alone for hours, avoiding enemy squads and responsibilities alike. I return home to my sleeping lover and rub her fingers, bleeding from plastic nips and kisses. She makes me breakfast, and leaves halfway through the meal.
11:33 a.m. - 2017-06-26
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