I’d rather be anywhere.
Electricity
Down in the street
Crackling spitting
A snake
Hissing heat
(Don’t you dare
Touch me)
Double dog
Lapping
I vomit
My feast
Write here, write now in Book Title.
- April 8, 2018, 11:46 p.m.
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