You are lost. The days churn my ankles, milking me out, from underneath my table of disbelief. I press into its legs, fracturing them at their joints, my plump tendons pulverizing between the days’ thumbs and my bones. * You are lost. Foam gushing through the ceiling.
Calcium
Calcium
Calcium
You are lost. The days churn my ankles, milking me out, from underneath my table of disbelief. I press into its legs, fracturing them at their joints, my plump tendons pulverizing between the days’ thumbs and my bones. * You are lost. Foam gushing through the ceiling.