……..……   fell  asleep  by the endtrance door  secure locked had ascended
the    starecase   without   disturbing   a  fly  aslip  of   a  tongue   knocked
understood  the treason of existence or just laughed in advance the end
was always near accidentally spilled wrath always hangry for news paper
cuts  metallic  artifacts  a  finger  is  pointing  to   the  horrorzone   giggles
dissolve the dark figure in the corner it persists Continue reading “abite* by Darya Kulbashna”