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I stood in the toilets in front of the mirrors, shattered and broken, a vile green residue clung to the glass and I grasped my head between my cold, numb hands. I closed my eyes to hear myself breathe into the freezing air. Acoustics of the emptiness exposed as the water dripping from valves hit the sinks and echoed around the space, bouncing off of the cracked, dirty tiled walls back into my mind, it repeated. The floor span underneath my feet and the fucking scavengers scuttled around my body. I heard a girl in the cubical she was a harlequin bitch to be damned and her face was black and blue to match how she felt inside, and as she vomited she let her delicate black eye lids fall over her pale grey eyes and she slid away into the darkness.
It's an image I had in my head for the last few days, I needed to get it out.
It's an image I had in my head for the last few days, I needed to get it out.