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Transporting myself to my other home, I open my eyes to the sound of an empty room.
I feel the weight of December blanket my life in a thick layer of anticipation and fear.
I am desperate to wake up in a body that I love.
Nothing for today, work and more sloshing around until I sleep. If sleep arrives.
Only stepping outside for water, acting as creature-ish as I please.
A den of an apartment and everyone else has sharp teeth, claws, everyone is hungry.
Different levels of hunger, different views on who the prey is.
It's dangerous that I speak with my own mind, poisoning the conversation.
I taste my teeth - cold.
My own air tastes stale.
I memorize the stitching on those bus seats, maps to where?
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haxis
read this at 3am got depressed
oh btw I like chicken nuggets very much when they are smiley face shaped
francis, fran
those last three lines... feel like being already dead, now a passing corpse at a bus stop.
i really like your writing i'm kind of ingesting it rn. immediate subscribe
SPOOKY
relatable