His terror runs from him.
In rivers. In tiny rivulets. Down his face. His arms. His hands.
He doesn’t understand.
Her words. Thrown into cyberspace so arrogantly. So neatly. In capital letters.
FIT IN OR FUCK OFF
There is a song by a UK group of artists called Mass Destruction and there’s a line
“Fear is a weapon of mass destruction.”
Yes, fear is a weapon of mass destruction.
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creating art in the desert 