1. I’m lost.
Life has me backed into one last, impossible, corner.
She stabs a finger at me while licking her lips.
2. The baby wants me to play.
I’m laying on the bed with an arrow in my chest.
3. I’m made of static.
My blood hisses and fizzes like a sweet, Cherry-Coke.
My heart will beat again later. I know.
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