Pitter patter on my head, standing on a corner of this piece of the world, spat from a cancerous jaw. Closing my eyes I taste the acid and corruption, as the ground and leaves hiss around me. Inhaling the stale scents of chemicals and chalk, melting and bubbling under my useless feet, the sky turns brown and attempts to end our lives again.
When the rain sweeps in I can’t see beyond the end of the road. I look towards my escape route guarded by a white mist and unknowable shapes, voices, actions… gestures I cannot recognise. I turn away and look back at those dull, disinterested buildings, knowing that I’ll never leave their lethargy.
Under a little fort of rusted oil drums, I lie face down on the cold concrete floor until the dust sticks to my skin. As green fades to grey, our memories are built upon and…
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