August 29, 2017

“I dreamed the dead mounded outside the front door. Everything beyond the house withered. Every house, sidewalk, and street was a cemetery. The dead were flea-bitten and mangy, starved until their bones pushed out from their flesh, had crumpled stomachs that were torn down the middles by their weak crawls over stony and pitted paths…”

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