their flesh succumbed to the weight of inconsequentiality. eagerly eroding into an indiscernible hole infested with rot. each crevice lubricated with someone else’s dreams, incapable or unwilling to hold our own. the mutilation is disregarded by anyone unfortunate enough to look, favoring instead the lifeless wall behind. our fingers; drawn to the wound, probed its tainted warmth. aiming to feel wRead more...