February 26, 2017

“There was my body and separate from that, my flesh. In the dark, in the house, everything was separate. Me. The man. He stared blankly at a shattered mirror and counted all the individual versions of himself. The house smelled of kidneys, blistered offal. The man salted himself for protection, then left me alone. Something breathed in my ear…”

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