One new, one old
All you want All you want is a mattress on the floor of an empty room. Maybe a sheet, maybe a pillow maybe a crack in the wall for a scrap of light. I know this is your kingdom. A solitude where the final wound is healed. I know how much safety there is in isolation. I know this room is your canvas and you would fill it with such glorious darkness rich purples, greys and browns if you lived there alone. I imagine you there wearing your crown of ancient metal, from my camp across the lake next to the embers. Just remember there is a door in your willow cabin once you have claimed it as only yours once you have your safe empty place just remember there is a door.
Biopsy In the Philippines they break the skin with their fingers, and pull the thing out - as you watch entranced as the fires burn as the mute night rages. Do you understand? They pull your skin apart to find it: the cancer, the pus, the obsessive succubus eating away at your gums, violating your private organs. You see, they go into your body to find it, even if they have to split your skull - just to get it out just to sleep in peace it's worth it. ***
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