There’s nothing more exhilarating

Than hiding in the closet

While the guards search for you, saying things like,

“Where are you?”

“Come out!”

“We’ll kill you when we find you!”

And the whole time I’m hiding in the closet

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A cart stops and a voice shouts.

“Why are the gates closed?”

Through the rain warbles a distant response. It’s difficult to hear. The audio repeats.

“Why are the gates closed?”

An arrow sips through the air into the neck of the man on the cart. He falls off the…

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September has a mechanical air. September has a retreating edge. September has a hood over her eyes. September has a bag full of trash found scavenging. September has no concept of ‘too far’. September ate rat poison by accident. September wishes she had checked the map one more time. September…

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I don’t currently have access to my sexuality. I’ve been moving, in my mind. And I put down a box, in order to place another box on top of it, to free up my hands to carry two more down the hall, which I dropped to answer the door, and…

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