24
Oct
16

#17

The screaming from the

window

perforated the thick grey

walls and

enveloped itself

around quiet corners

of my being.

Vaguely familiar faces

with loud, open mouths,

stretched

and

undulated

towards me;

waiting to be

recognized,

desperate to get under

my skin as I

try to remain

sane in

the midst of all

insanity.

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