You message early ‘It’s already heated, going early’… my chest throbs I might be late to the party, but I’ll find you at the front. Hard to leave, to say goodbye. remember every item every promise must be kept Fuck. gear is heavy. Get help. soul swells, heart escapes....
Ratself stumbles over rotten garbage into the dank alley behind Boneyard, dizzy with oblivion and welcome of it. They trip, lurching faceward into goop and grime, betrayed by a loose, fraying shoelace rapidly congealing into the mess. Ratself is wasted. Nose leaking,...
