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I wish I could scream all my breath

Down an ice-cold cave

Feel the frost smack my throat and

Grip my shoulders

Have a thousand bats fly frozen-shrieking

Back into my face

Mouth wide-wider like a hole opening

Eager lungs

Sucking all those rattling wings

Down into my

Caverns

Till I also take flight

In the tiniest

Possible

Pieces

Oh god

I need annihilation like a

Train wants

Tracks and steam

Like running shoes

Want races

Like other things

Want breathing

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Hey, reader. This one came through quick and furious after several scraped-raw days in a row at my customer service job.

Is it because of how much I live inside my own mind that I sometimes find the exterior world so excruciatingly overwhelming? Or could it be that it’s unreasonable to expect humans to skin themselves alive for the pleasure of strangers day after day just to make rent.

Maybe that’s why I often catch myself daydreaming about some sort of Ending. But more than that … something New. Transformation.

After all, change is always coming. Nothing ever stays the same. So maybe it’s anticipation more than longing. Preparation for the inevitable. Whatever that may be …

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