it is the least of your worries. the least. it. is/was/will be.
hold 243 ml of it in your mouth. wait. ing. to spit it out.
but by now the wait is so long that it feels a part of you and you can't. can't part. with part of you.
the letters come. the invitations go. the dark eyes. dark fur. dark finger nails. that scratch and look and blink and bleed at each other in a whirlwind of what was. once was. will be again. or never was. through the glow of the screen you can see. everett evelyn. tinted in a pixelated, buzzing, humming, flickering atmosphere. sitting on that wall.
that was.
built by.
you.
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