Mar 2016
Black mouths
Running down the walls
They gather here
But no one cares to see them
A dead worm sinks through the crust
And blood wells in
Where? Where? Where?
Shrinking to the bone
Where? Where? Where?
Kafka on the shore
Running down the walls
They gather here
But no one cares to see them
A dead worm sinks through the crust
And blood wells in
Where? Where? Where?
Shrinking to the bone
Where? Where? Where?
Kafka on the shore
A needle through ego flesh; it escapes like air from a balloon; a pathetic apparition; torn in an Autumn draught
11:05am, March 13th 2016
11:05am, March 13th 2016
