Waxy and nicotine stained. Dream peeling on the edges of exile. Do we feel? The eggshell wall seems thin. When the bright light burns outside us. Found the middle. Do what you will. See clear.
60,000 fell into the arms of the transports they leave in. Believe it.
The hair grows out my teeth. The long dark tangle is wet and thin. Scaring me. Is everything dingy and yellow? Chrysanthemums blooming in hospitals in your hell. Do what you will. See clear.