This is a story about the absurdity one feels when one thinks about a distant, unspecified ending.
I.
The bedding was slick
and formed black mountains of her limbs
Melissa could not sleep
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This is a story about the absurdity one feels when one thinks about a distant, unspecified ending.
I.
The bedding was slick
and formed black mountains of her limbs
Melissa could not sleep