

The vanilla bathroom Fade in:The vanilla bathroom
INT. PUBLIC BATHROOM DAY
CLIVE and BLOODWORTH peer down the basin of a public toilet. The toilet is closed for "maintenance" from the boys. The &


Stop talkingLike a receding plaster Itching with grit and grime Glooping with sweat and slime curdling an irritation.Stop talking
A dictation – Sit here and listen to me, It won’t be long, I promise, You’re inhibition To blush To bevel  


Cringing confidencePerching on the seat there for half an hour - time spent with intent; however, the conversation lingered on passed the predicted schedule. It was supposed to be 10 minutes, yeah, whatever. All I really wanted to know was the material, physical side to things. Just say it. Say that I’m fine.Cringing confidence
Though, after shrouding in my own feeble paranoia for 3 months, I was hoping there was an explanation for the symptoms. Not just: “everything’s fine”, “you’re fine”, “nothing serious is happening”, “probably just negative thinking”.
The blood tests were clean. Draining 5 tubes of blood must give a good insight to my health. It d


A flinching faintElbows kneeling, open palms Draping. Fabricated thatched pots, Laminated pressed crops, Welting up – tainting moss.A flinching faint
A clod clusters at the back of my nose Parching my hyperventilation of Fey.
Twitching, trainers squall; screeching Remnants. Of my immortal weed, Cramming, maiming to feed, Surging through – a black spot.
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