I open the door spreads uneasy awash with people black faces white clothes grey smoke climbing from their eyes ears nose on a chair next to a man lamenting into a speech bubble kids don’t know they’re born opposite a sweating woman telling everyone how much she hates next to her is another wearing sad face t shirt pessimism is salvation for the worst never disappointed I have to get out but as I leave forward footsteps lead back behind me is open hanging spilling grotesque mouth I’m being unborn soft flesh wraps around me the last thing I see is an old dog has no bark.
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A dog gone mute? Good grief - the world truly is coming to an end. 😅
I'm being unborn
I'm still thinking about this