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Em Richards
In December, my spinal cord snaps in my neck. My head floats off,
meeting Billy Mayes in his cloud fortress built in between God’s
toes. Trusting him with the blood stains on my collar would be a
mistake.
Billy, how do I return home? Billy, I am so far away.
He takes the red-soaked fabric and wipes his nose on the cotton
sleeve.
I’m not in the game anymore, kid.
I collect my head, tucking it under my arm and walk over to the
edge of his oxidised estate to plummet.
Sorry.
I don’t mind that I left my shirt with him. No one cares about what
you are wearing if you don’t have a head, or if you don’t have a
home. I wouldn’t have been able to get that stain out on my own
anyways.
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Em Richards
In December, my spinal cord snaps in my neck. My head floats off,
meeting Billy Mayes in his cloud fortress built in between God’s
toes. Trusting him with the blood stains on my collar would be a
mistake.
Billy, how do I return home? Billy, I am so far away.
He takes the red-soaked fabric and wipes his nose on the cotton
sleeve.
I’m not in the game anymore, kid.
I collect my head, tucking it under my arm and walk over to the
edge of his oxidised estate to plummet.
Sorry.
I don’t mind that I left my shirt with him. No one cares about what
you are wearing if you don’t have a head, or if you don’t have a
home. I wouldn’t have been able to get that stain out on my own
anyways.
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