my dreams are vivid, though not entirely lucid. this morning the Carolinas sunk into the sea while i floated amongst the waves that licked at shore of my skin. then as the sea swallowed me, he tipped from the ledge of the boat in a splash of water. beneath a backlit black canvas with star-shaped punctures we sunk. but, at least, we sunk together.
secrets keep you sick.
- monstrocities
- newark, delaware
- reborn from the grimeslick thighs of the city.
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