Inches

Staccato breathing mechanically makes the air move in and out short and frantic shrinking consciousness like flesh rotting from a carcass insufficient surface area left to save to graze disoriented and abstracted reality stinging and dizzying inches from dancing for eternity

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Move-in Day

The breeze carries sticky caramel sweat through long summer days with no lunches I have packed up all of my old worlds and have brought it for you tales of youth spoken through long-dried acrylic color chemical stories stored for good on yellowing canvas move-in day is unearthing unnerving revisits to past lives in past…

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