14.09.16: late night flash
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There. In the window corner, the window’s eye teeth, a flash of blue light cracked. I wait for more, seeing that corner as a basement in hurricane alley, hoping when we step out the diner will be happy as larry, the school still brick brown and roof grey. The sky burned out.
There. We tarry, we fell, the thunder lands and scours about town, in scurveous lumps, turns into a lovely hell. It feels like…
It feels like biting your own arm until your teeth sing.
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