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BLUE

HER
Feb 8, 20211 min read


I can feel my footsteps, each one, crunchy. The bottoms of my feet, they are covered in eggshells…


I can see the crumbs and dust on the floor, in the hallway. The markings of a splintered track, backwards. Heavy, my internal organs feel heavy. I am carrying plates of iron behind my ribs, the weight, sinking me a little deeper than usual into the earth.


There is hair stuck in the drainpipe, and the water is having trouble escaping.


Blue.


 
 
 

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