• Struggle, and squirm…

    Resist, or writhe…
  • It’s all of no consequence, haven’t you 
    remembered?

    This truth: I’ve already said.

    The threads have been dismembered, and 
    this place is clearly dead.
  • Even if you could force those eyes to 
    take hold before you were even a thought, 
    even if you could see before reality 
    realized you weren’t supposed 
    to exist at all—