Empty asphalt angles against an iridium afternoon. Clouds still chartreuse with fallout, and ponds holding the echoes of air raid sirens. A feral housecat sprints away from me when we both turn into the same corner simultaneously. Crows with their feet on recently slaked ground. Hidden by the brown of cast-off needles, a pock-marked mushroom sits contentedly with half-filled cups. Accidentally leaving bloodstains on lukewarm handrails. Coming home to an empty street, a silent room, and a cloistered evening of IV-induced hallucinosis.
4:47 p.m. - 2021-04-29
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