Screech scream grind to a halt, totter on the edge, go over with your heart in your throat and screams in your ears.
So this is how it sounds at the end of the world.
You wake to swirling smoke fumes, blood running slow sticky rivulets down the side of his face, to a tilted world with his cheek pressed to the freezing asphalt. Where. How.
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