Death is only a click away

You click on death’s Door. Again. She opens wide. Not every door Has a lock. You pick her locks Easily. Too easily. You sense the danger At the back of your mind but You have crossed The threshold. Too late. Death is only A click away. Advertisements

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Walking a tightrope

my head is full and heavy. like my brain is drowning in water while running from crocodiles whose jaws snap, sending ripples through my interstitial fluids. my brain is a bar filled with drunken raucous men or a market square at noon drowning in voices. behind my closed eyes is a country at war knowing…

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