Striations in the concrete, soft and rotten under calcified knuckles. Frenzied activity as a defense against impotence, feeble and flimsy. The rictus grin of Stoicism in the bathroom mirror. Laugh, and the world laughs at you. Taking a drawer full of pictures to bed. Sifting through the stolen photos of strangers. The heavy breathing of insects, amplified by midnight tinnitus. The lullaby of fluid-filled joints, and the fading light of burning Polaroids as the Last Gray Finale.
11:08 p.m. - 2020-09-23
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