Startled by the commotion next door, eyes ablaze, the sweat poured down the torso of the beast.
A frothy collection eternal and internal-wickedness; intermingled.
Displayed blatantly upon faces who stare back waiting for the next series of blows; to my mind.
My mind? Who's mind? Blue's mind?
This cannot stand firm beneath their beliefs of utter acceptance and simple happiness, though all that can be controlled is held in the palm of my hand.
Penny to fingertip, leaves fingerprints..one, two, three; atop kazillions of literal beings in all their bacteria filled lives, made just a wee bit clearer by infinite hope.
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