THE SHAPE IN THE BLANKET IS STUPID. A TORSO REMAINS. THE MOTHER RECALLS A CHILD'S LOGICAL AND ADEQUATE SHADOW. SHE RUNS HER HAND OVER AND REJECTS THE FLESH.
I GAG ON THE FOOD SHINY WITH OIL AND MUCUS. MY THROAT CLOSES WHEN I TRY TO EAT. THE IRIDESCENCE IS BEAUTIFUL IF I TILT THE PLATE.
I STAB THE BOY. I CUT HOLES TO DRAIN HIM.
HE MOVES LEGLESS AFTER THE HIT. HE IS A PEICE OF A SPIDER. HIS ELBOWS MAKE KNEES. HE LEAKS JUICE. HE FLYS NOT DREAMING.
THE OCEAN WASHES THE DEAD. THEY ARE FACE UP FACE DOWN IN FOAM. BODIES ROLL FROM SWELLS TO OPEN IN THE MARSH.
THE ROOTS OF MY TEETH DETECT MOTION AS MY EYES ARE SWEN. MY HAIR CANNOT RAISE HIS ARMS BECAUSE HE IS PACKED IN MEN. THE THING THAT IS ALL OF THEM BEGINS TO SCREAM.
IT IS THE WAR ZOO. IT IS A LANDMARK. PILOTS NAME IT. THE ANIMAL IS FOLDED IN THE LANDSCAPE. A BONE IS BROKEN SO IT CANNOT MOVE AWAY. INSTINCT MAKES IT WATCHFUL. IT EXPECTS THAT SOMEONE WILL TOUCH IT TO RESTORE THE PACT.
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