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
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
