These limbs growing out, pushing through my teeth and cavities, splitting and tearing my fingernails. They stretch and expand, past the stars and the sun. These limbs, the size of heaven's boulders. Every which way out of my body filling the border. Circling around the three hole-punch frame. Into the margin, oozing onto the back of me. If I was a ( Read more... )

may your organs fail before your dreams fail you

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