Mouth pressed firmly against the glass, the wind throatily announced it's intentions. Cascades of ebony needles kept time. Inside, a dim lantern illuminates a melting face. Routines lost somewhere in the gaps on a keyboard. Fitful naps against a roomful of lavender rose smoke. The rain continues to send it's regards a slate-full at a time. Outside, the world black-mirror slick, sliced clean through with streaks of halogen. The hours blur into calcified pneumonias. Maybe there's a mercy killing, somewhere in the storm.
11:30 p.m. - 2019-01-17
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