Exsanguination in the darkest of alleyways, where only a flickering sputter of light permeates the afterthoughts of rats and those who've long since distanced themselves from the at-large biddings of incorporated vampires and conglomerated succubi.
The temptation to scream is ever prevalent. Yet inactivity has rendered you mute. Dissociation has severed your linguistic abilities clean and deep. You sit in the corners and alcoves. You've done it for so long you remember no other way, you are invisible to the passers by and even when noticed, there isn't much left of who you once were. It's hard to fathom that this is the same person we all once knew so well. And to see you here, in such a state, I have to wonder what could've gone so terribly wrong to pen your conclusion in such a way.
and I can't help but think,
that penicillin is everywhere.
Found dead on 5th and 43rd. A situation that easily should've been avoided.
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