Raw nerves chew hungrily inside my skin.
Almost like little snakes and mice crawling around my veins.
I try to steady myself
But all I can do is keep falling.
A modern alice.
Gravel is tearing my flesh as I try to slow down,
To stop myself.
If I hit the bottom.
When I hit the bottom,
All that will be left
Is dried bones and eye sockets.
Ugh. I am so dead
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