Cloud Rat
widowmaker
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Scars resemble the wilderness.
A marbling of reflected light.
Obscure and perfect she floated to me.
My fancies are as noble as a tree.
Smoke pouring from his split lips, crackling and cackling.
She drank his remedy of silence and spit once more that night.
Her rusted joints couldn't take it anymore: She pushed paralyze and watched his blood spread across the floor. She
is
made
in
a
dark
light,
an
afterthought,
a
second
solution
after
the
first
one
had
failed.