the verge of losing it

Posted: November 18, 2019 in Uncategorized

everything is as pristine as a car crash. all i hear is the scrape of my pleading. all i see is the immaculate bleeding while the stuck horn blares. i am laying in a pattern of graceful swirls of the shattered glass embedded in my body.

i feel my pulse weakening and i wonder at the calm that settles over me, over as quickly as it began.

 

ghost

Comments
  1. philplasma says:

    Well, I, for one, hope that an ambulance comes soon.

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