It's the first of June and the heating's on...
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The room is sealed yet full of birdsong
peppering the weight of silence.
I can't move - my legs are some
dense material, metal or stone,
and my mind is a clear liquid,
hydrochloric acid, into which
thoughts swim only to die
an ugly death, eaten, dissolved.
2 comments:
Just one of those days I suppose...
well it was just a bit cold, and wet! lovely sunshine today. the fragment was from a while back, and related to a while before that...
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