Wednesday, 4 September 2013

FIRST BATTLE




I was weeping so much sweat, I thought the sweat was my friend, I kicked at myself and bit harder, intent on shooing away the floor underneath the window ledge, which was cracking, I went sniffing at the damp, shuffling and slapping at the dust around me, spitting at the floor, trying to drive something away. I called stop Battle one.

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