you think you would know

Charles Hippolyte Aubry- Poppies, 1864 

pushed into four corners, a strange light, and I did it all, sliced us up into lone entities. sometimes I choke on the metallic smell.

eyes closing hard at the highest speed and head falling down or to the side, into perfect darkness, where the surface is slippery and abstract and forgetful. far off, a dull bang. and here I am, oblivious, counting my breaths.

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