13 July 2014

DON'T LET THE WICKED CITY GET YOU DOWN

the sickness rolled through me in great waves. after each wave it would fade away and leave me limp as a wet leaf and shivering all over an then i would feel it rising up in me again, and the glittering white torture-chamber tiles under my feet and over my head and on all four sides closed in an squeezed me to pieces.