My stomach shifts in my midsection and I cannot tell if it is dread or disease as I stare at the online application page for a new credit card. Dread. I close the browser. I will not go there, yet, but fucking close; the distant walls are ever changing.
Paper, pencils
Collect cobwebs.
Shearing time
Peals waken
Rending
Moments ripen
Split
Join anew
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