I am a compass for bad news.
An elevator stuck.
A crack in the pavement.
Staggered noises that pace along broken light fixtures in deep hallways, abandoned house at dawn, Trickles and flickers.
What has happened is what’s happening.
Past tense, pre-existing conflict.
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 10:57 PM UTC
I am a compass for bad news.
An elevator stuck.
A crack in the pavement.
Staggered noises that pace along broken light fixtures in deep hallways, abandoned house at dawn, Trickles and flickers.
What has happened is what’s happening.
Past tense, pre-existing conflict.
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