Blaise Ticha
Joined November 2022
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Somebody is death
Somebody has passed on. Of this, I'm sure. I know it since I generally know it. As I lie here alone in this large, void bed and stand by listening to the downpour, I recall it as it gets back to me, this belief, this fear, skittering all over my throat with 1,000 little legs. It gets comfortable in my stomach like an incredible stone, a strong, nauseating weight. It is foul in its greatness and unquestionable in its commonality. Somebody has passed on. I don't have any idea who.
By Blaise Ticha2 years ago in Fiction