My skin was a lit in chemical heat, those vulgar curls of white smoke. This rotten synthesis of ivory.
I lay on my bed, a fleeting streak of immolated debris, my thoughts drifting off into the rain rattling my window, and felt the cracks of sin running like cobwebs along my flesh.
I've lost the anamnesis of my being. All this space... it makes me ache.
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