don’t crawl inside

found poem (3.0) / interstices (111516)

“… the smell of steel
it’s warm it’s visceral
the smell of blood
and steel
it’s warm
if you are in a situation like that
don’t crawl inside
in the middle of the room
every person who had his phone calling
was killed…”

“As you decide which human
to put on your last ventilator,
remember there was a boat named Entropy
the day you became Persephone.

— Emily Gallacher Viall / “How to decide which human gets your last ventilator”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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