Morning brought a bird with the body of a man. A bird with one
big vacant eye and a beak, smooth, body a sickle, unsatisfied
motion muted by muscle atrophy as her angular, absurd voice
murmured bone echoing upon the innards of a dark steel vault.
Selecting masks, I pause, feeling yellow, flummoxed, suddenly
rash as that sweet-sweet sanitized girl, hearing all bad genes
and running, just as grace drops out like premature teeth, brittle
and bloody, tasting of dry aching curses, hollow white sound.
the way you write is really intrigues me.and your language penetrates, i love this <3 10 chloe
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