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he staggers out into the glare as fire creeps up the back of his waistcoat. a femur club shatters every one of his teeth, shards of terracotta dribbling from his mouth. please bear with me, I’m learning to speak again.
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The Bye Bye Man
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I feel myself exhale like rainclouds or a time of day between waking and slipping, pregnant with promise unfulfilled. a distorted, disappointing image; I’m as tired as you’d expect.
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dear god turn me back to stone, I can’t face this nebulous state. surprised at every turn by inner strife and then nothing, dirt nothing. passing a stranger at a canter, I know myself as clearly as you.
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a vacuum behind green eyes he once wished to be pure. incapable of new thought, incitement to stare blankly. didn’t I once want something more? a new slate balancing my retina, three feet back from myself. spectate these dismal, silent lids.
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