Station Seven
The air tastes like ammonia and bleach and something underneath both.
The Phone
I can make it ring.
The Lighter
She watches the blue at the root of the flame.
Deconstruction
The box says forty-two pieces. I’ve counted three times
The air tastes like ammonia and bleach and something underneath both.
I can make it ring.
She watches the blue at the root of the flame.
The box says forty-two pieces. I’ve counted three times