Reverse Madness #1: The Enemy

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A mutant baby cries green. My fantasy revives her to kill her. "Tiny
toes," it sings, "Beautiful monster with moist hair in a hospital
gown."

Alien life joins my eyes, my hands, my lips, to make an injured body.

We spoon to death. I hold dust when it's ended.

Wicked men smoke and whisper soft, slippery words. "It's a silly
misunderstanding." They watch us and press us to lose heart, turn to
the nihilistic dark. The chip or cancer. Love or hate.

Gliding, gyrating over weeds, skin glittering in sunshine. Fiendishly
glib.

I see them frightened of my heels, injured under my feet.

Who do I have to shoot to kill the conspiracy?

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Give a word to Branwell

back to reality