Burned Body Contemplates the Bottom Sheets Not razors exactly, more like powdered glass. Gunpowder. Asbestos maybe. Superglue, so when I moved it wrenched the dendrites of my skin. I had no skin. I’m sorry. I had no skin. What I really mean is the sheets were slim silver whips. As slim and silver as millions […]
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