The fall commences flowing through my hollowness of eyes.
ah smells sweet amber, like your skin that has been licked and since dried.
I am lurking forward to you. Somewhat viral. All woven of...
of silky blood clot, rotten leaves, abated breath and pupillary dilation.
"Where do I go now, I am lost?"
suddenly I stop and hear the fall is howling back. "He was following me quietly, a rusty spade in his hand... I spat up blood, the sky got down. He`s made it to the end".
